MoreOver - back roads

Your subconscious controls you
And has named itself "fate"
Smash in those car windows
Takedown that license plate

If life is riding highways
Then I'm stuck on the back roads
The yellow line keeps shifting
But it tells me where to go

Slash my flattened tires and
I'll steal the road work signs
They'll look so nice in your bedroom
But I wish that it were mine

An angel in my backseat and
My prescription medicine
Won't let me veer off of the road
No, that would be a sin

I miss your fancy lighter
And your fucked up cardigan
I wanna come back home to you
And live my life again

I've never seen a winter
As cold as your hometown
So I'll pack some tights so you stay warm
In your wedding gown

Written by:
john st james

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