cars move slowly down

where you walk

and the cool blue cars

where the world gets old

and i hear their lies

blowing through my teeth

and at my back

i can feel you breathe

talk is cheap like

when money talks

and you sound too much

like you've seen it all

and i fall down drunk

with my eyes so tired

on my clean white sheets

and my eyes go blind

and i hurt to be you

and i hurt to be you

there for no one

there for change

no good reason

no one came

half a life

cars move slowly down

where you walk

and the cool blue cars

where the world gets old

and i hear their lies

blowing through my teeth

and at my back

i can feel you breathe

and i hurt to be you

and i hurt to be you

there for no one

there for change

no good reason

no one came

half a life