I've come too fucking far
To just let some fucking kid
Run his big fucking mouth
And ruin my life and his
Have you ever killed somebody?
In the middle of a major city?
You do not talk to me about fear

I still smell the smoke
I still feel her hair
I still see the tire marks, still hear the radio
I still taste her blood
Smile and wave goodbye to how it was

121,000 crashes in Philly last year
That's 87,000 injuries
That's 1,256 deaths
But this one is not getting reported

Everyone looks at the fly on the wall but ignores the elephant in the room

As far back as I can remember this same fucking thing has followed me
I can't just chalk it up to like bad luck, black cats, it's a part of me
So I just jump ship in a leap of faith and I just try to stay out the fucking way
But if we're all just children of god who live under the stairs, then who cares?
You ran from the park, I run from the dark
I won't keep the score, if you can keep a secret?
I don't have to explain myself
We both know why I left the school in New Jersey

You want your bed warm and your orange juice cold
You want everything perfect but that's not real
Your salad days are wilting away
While you obsess and regress with chimera and zeal

Look into my purple tie
And you'll see exactly where your fate lies
An exit for each primary color
And a ritualistic suicide