You Wanted To Know Just What Makes Me Tick,

I Guess I Could Say That,

You And Your Bullshit,

Are Pushing Me Towards An Explosion.

I Guess You're What Drives Me.



I Wish I Could Ride You,

Drive You Too Fast Into A Sharp Curve,

Break Your Neck Like You Broke My Will,

The Guardrail Will Take You Home.



I Guess You Get Caught Up,

In The Day-to-day,

Drama Of Being You.

To Notice Me,

And What's Become Of My Eyes,

The Vessels Are An Angry Red,

Just Like The Blood From My Lips, As I Chew On Them.



I Wish I Could Ride You,

Drive You Too Fast Into A Sharp Curve,

Break Your Neck Like You Broke My Will,

The Guardrail Will Take You Home.



I Keep Your Picture As A Reminder, Of What I Wish I Wasnt.

It's Like A Fun House Mirror Version Of Myself, Through Those Fucked Up Eyes Of Yours.



I Wish I Could Ride You,

Drive You Too Fast Into A Sharp Curve,

Break Your Neck Like You Broke My Will,



The Guardrail,

The Guardrail,

The Guardrail,

Will Take You Home.