Driver For Hire

I think we're really going to fake it this time. Roll the dice and wage high on everything.
This bitter taste. These broken dreams. Your apathy.

We can't go on force fed too long. These days I'm leaving without you.
Stuck on sad songs. One chance, move on.
These days I'm leaving without you.

There's never anybody strong enough to take the long way.
If you are the one, then tell me why the sun doesn't shine in your eyes.

Rip my heart back into my throat. Center the disease in high hopes that I'll choke.
It's eating into me like the thorn in your side building up the storms in the white of your eyes.

We can lie awake if we want to or lie and just say so.

The coldest days, that old mix tape, the Cleveland sun, the interstate, the open road, the northern lights, and you were there right by my side.