"worms" lyrics
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Maybe I got no reason to drive
Two fortys tucked in the backseat
Got more company right by my side
Socially I wanna vacate
Going somewhere where no one will find
This is the part where I die real slow
And the worms come to eat me alive
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I don't got nowhere to go
Two hundred cash in my pocket, appalled by the pettiest thoughts that I sow
So naive to all that they see
I wanted everything they want and more
But this is the part where I die real slow
And leave stains on the dining room floor
I'm doing way too damn much on the seven
If heaven's a place, then I rather just go
Falling asleep at the wheel has little appeal
And the drives have been taking a toll
I got my foot on the brake, but it's probably too late
Now the fender's engaged to a pole
Step out the scene of the crash
Just to lie in the grass
And make angels out every bone
Follow the rabbit, he's runnin' right past ya
A blink of the eye and he's back in his hole
Now they all laughing, I don't know what happened
A new force of habit, I'm taking ahold
This shit is tragic, I cope with the static
By writing 'bout cars, suicide and some clothes
But it's all jokes, similes, metaphors
Hiding the fact that I'm feeling alone
And this is the part where I
Lose sight of the fact that I'm still alive
A pipe dream laid out in a vacant mind
I write shit like this, hoping someone will read the lines
And cognitive dissonance dampen my shine
I smoke till' I drink
And I drink till I cry
This body is merely a vessel
I'll dress it with kerosene
Shoot like a star in the sky
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I got no reason to drive
Two fortys tucked in the backseat
Got more company right by my side
Socially I wanna vacate
Going somewhere where no one will find
This is the part where I die real slow
And the worms come to eat me alive
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I don't got nowhere to go
Two-hundred cash in my pocket, appalled by the pettiest thoughts that I sow
So naive to all that they see
I wanted everything they want and more
But this is the part where I die real slow
And leave stains on the dining room floor
Maybe I got no reason to drive
Two fortys tucked in the backseat
Got more company right by my side
Socially I wanna vacate
Going somewhere where no one will find
This is the part where I die real slow
And the worms come to eat me alive
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I don't got nowhere to go
Two hundred cash in my pocket, appalled by the pettiest thoughts that I sow
So naive to all that they see
I wanted everything they want and more
But this is the part where I die real slow
And leave stains on the dining room floor
I'm doing way too damn much on the seven
If heaven's a place, then I rather just go
Falling asleep at the wheel has little appeal
And the drives have been taking a toll
I got my foot on the brake, but it's probably too late
Now the fender's engaged to a pole
Step out the scene of the crash
Just to lie in the grass
And make angels out every bone
Follow the rabbit, he's runnin' right past ya
A blink of the eye and he's back in his hole
Now they all laughing, I don't know what happened
A new force of habit, I'm taking ahold
This shit is tragic, I cope with the static
By writing 'bout cars, suicide and some clothes
But it's all jokes, similes, metaphors
Hiding the fact that I'm feeling alone
And this is the part where I
Lose sight of the fact that I'm still alive
A pipe dream laid out in a vacant mind
I write shit like this, hoping someone will read the lines
And cognitive dissonance dampen my shine
I smoke till' I drink
And I drink till I cry
This body is merely a vessel
I'll dress it with kerosene
Shoot like a star in the sky
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I got no reason to drive
Two fortys tucked in the backseat
Got more company right by my side
Socially I wanna vacate
Going somewhere where no one will find
This is the part where I die real slow
And the worms come to eat me alive
I'm doing seventy-two in a fifty
Baby, I don't got nowhere to go
Two-hundred cash in my pocket, appalled by the pettiest thoughts that I sow
So naive to all that they see
I wanted everything they want and more
But this is the part where I die real slow
And leave stains on the dining room floor
