cars move slowly down
where you walk
and the cool blue cars
where the world gets old
and i hear their lies
blowing through my teeth
and at my back 
i can feel you breathe
talk is cheap like 
when money talks
and you sound too much
like you've seen it all
and i fall down [bad word] with my eyes so tired
on my clean white sheets
and my eyes go blind
and i hurt to be you
and i hurt to be you
there for no one 
there for change
no good reason
no one came
half a life
cars move slowly down
where you walk
and the cool blue cars
where the world gets old
and i hear their lies
blowing through my teeth
and at my back 
i can feel you breathe
and i hurt to be you
and i hurt to be you
there for no one 
there for change
no good reason
no one came
half a life