Every mile of this highway (Don't stop driving)    Every fading yellow line (Drag me away)    Wipes the tears that I stopped making    Kills the vision of my pale face    Wedged in stillness inside a wooden box       I will not comply    Every day seems hotter colder blacker brighter    Stairways tighter    Tired of wondering why there are holes in your reflection    Tired of wondering why    The arms which hold me    Taper off at the wrists    I won't lie: It's crossed my mind    In darkened rooms and on Sunday mornings    With sore throats and apparently nothing ahead    Damn my first steps for endearing me to this place    Damn my casket smile and their probable tears       Tears    Apathy diminshed becomes discontent    Sequelled by seclusion    Wasting my life as I'm cast into decades of silence       A bullet in the head would look great with that dress    And an exit wound about the size of a fist    I watch your dance as its cast into decades    Into decades    Watch your dance as its cast into decades    Cast into decades of silence       Don't stop driving today    I couldn't bear it    The same fucking grey sky    The same fucking streets    The same fucking day    After day