Broadside
Playing In Traffic
[Intro]
You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead
[Verse 1]
Trying hard to fit into
A mold that wasn’t cast for you
An image built with loneliness
And it’s just not working
If fitting the part is what’s best for you
You’re preaching things that were never true
Your ego shows
Your friends may grow
But you’re still a clone
[Pre-Chorus]
So come on
Don’t miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame
[Chorus]
You can’t take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead