You know we've been trying for years to see.
If what our friends say is really what our friends think.
And if groups of brains all think the same about me over time.
To think I lose hair in the sink everyday, over people I've known my entire life.
In the sink where I stop and I stare in the mirror over thinking and over drinking.
I'm driving faster than I should
There's maniacs on the road. (on the road)
I'm driving faster than I should there's maniacs on the road,
And they know how I feel about them changing lanes with each other.
And I'm out of the loop, once again.
And it's too late to use me, my friends.
Does it please you to know that I'm driving alone?
Does it please you to know that I'm talking to myself?
I know they're all huddled in somebody's kitchen,
Laughing through bi-focals, holes in their teeth,
They were brought up on tricycles and love excess machinery.
The cogs in my feet, and the joints in my heels, and the gears in my hands.
Tear at and peel away vital connections
I need someone who knows how to fix this.
Can you help me?
I'm driving faster than I should!
There's maniacs on the road! (on the road)
And I'm out of the loop, once again.
And it's too late to use me, my friends.
Does it please you to know that I'm driving alone?
Please you to know that I'm falling apart?
Please to meet you, I'm talking to myself.
If what our friends say is really what our friends think.
And if groups of brains all think the same about me over time.
To think I lose hair in the sink everyday, over people I've known my entire life.
In the sink where I stop and I stare in the mirror over thinking and over drinking.
I'm driving faster than I should
There's maniacs on the road. (on the road)
I'm driving faster than I should there's maniacs on the road,
And they know how I feel about them changing lanes with each other.
And I'm out of the loop, once again.
And it's too late to use me, my friends.
Does it please you to know that I'm driving alone?
Does it please you to know that I'm talking to myself?
I know they're all huddled in somebody's kitchen,
Laughing through bi-focals, holes in their teeth,
They were brought up on tricycles and love excess machinery.
The cogs in my feet, and the joints in my heels, and the gears in my hands.
Tear at and peel away vital connections
I need someone who knows how to fix this.
Can you help me?
I'm driving faster than I should!
There's maniacs on the road! (on the road)
And I'm out of the loop, once again.
And it's too late to use me, my friends.
Does it please you to know that I'm driving alone?
Please you to know that I'm falling apart?
Please to meet you, I'm talking to myself.