i think that i should do something once in a while
to scare the shit right out of me
so i'll close my eyes, sit tight in his trunk,
and see where your nightmare takes us
where your nightmare takes us
that's a start, is it not?
my middle name may as well be mundane
and sure i'm resourceful, but not when it counts
count me out, if i'm not asleep in the backseat,
then i'm silently mouthing the words, i don't know how to speak; my gravest apologies
for wasting any time
whenever i open my mouth, train wrecks come out
i can sense a mistake from miles away, yet i make them
still, i make them