Found enough ways I can turn, they're all dead ends
Not enough sage I can burn to clean my head
I'm a dying flower in a dark room
Just a quarter of the way through
I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole
Let the rain funnel in from the window
Ride on seven things that I fight off
Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk
And drive, and drive
Where do I go? I've outgrown the face I wear
I'm getting over relying on tomorrow to get somewhere
Yeah
Yeah

I'm a wooden soldier on a table
Just a quarter of the way home
I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole
Let the rain funnel in from the window
Ride on seven things that I fight off
Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk
And drive, and drive
And drive, and drive
A thousand tiny fires
Igniting all the feeling
I see them
Out-cradled
But snapbacked

My desire's like a child, I hear it, they're screaming
To take the wheel of a car that I just stole
Let the rain funnel in from the window right on
Seven things that I fight off
Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk
And drive, drive
And drive
And drive
And drive