Carsick

In the front seat on a dead street

Where lonely people go to meet

And when I'm done and I come home

Are you still waiting by the phone?



I know you don't know

But for how long can this go on?

Got no one left to talk to

It all slips through

I win and I got sick too soon



What day hides and stresses by

Bubbles up at night time

Get off the phone let yourself go

Don't waste no time on me



If I can use my feet again

I swear I'll go away

Got no one left to talk to

it all slips through

I win and I got sick too soon



In the front seat on a slow street

In the back row of a late show



Concentrated darkness

Dissolves the only part I did enjoy

I open up my mouth

I spit it out!