sometimes i can't afford to backslide   i've been mining through my boyhood fantasies   and finding that some of them still feel good to me   still fit perfectly, working like a charm   draped around my shoulders, old friends keep me warm   in my parents car   five full years of screaming with the stereo up   so when i run i just push pedals, my feet barely budge      i've trid keeping the world out   of my sovereign nation statino wagon   the place where i felt safe to keep moving   the scenery changes so i don't have to   i still can't drink, stil convinced   if i can't do it myself doing it's worthless   cuz the world will come out in the end from under   you set yourself up when you're counting on others      i'm not sad, i'm passed desensitized   friends drop like flies and cut their own lines   and at the end of the day it's just me and my flat line   send electricity, let me not smile   let something puncture the numbing force field   we erected young men to prtect how we feel   i've been mining by boyhood dreams   and i found one that never made sense to me   up until now      that car takes a corner carelessly   tearing its wheels from the street   from the air to the trees by the side of the road   twisted heaps of debris, shine of glass   and the cold wet grass on my face   some blood in my mouth, the taste washed out   by the headlights passing on by      i'm lying, resting in the wreckage   half asleep and completely defenceless   no proection from scavengers, weather   and a few days of rain    which worsens the smell of it all   but no one complains, a crew will be called   to scrape these remains eventually   some cars slow down and kids crane their necks to see   most just swerve left unimpressed, forgetting me      you can make your very own poison, despicable man   begin by keeping him a boy for as long as you can   and when the voice in his head says that everything's wrong   let him think we'd convinced but only with the right song