Neo Realist Formica Dirge

The open highway passes by, a blur at sixty-five

A cigarette for every mile

I am empowered by the state to cremate dinosaurs

And spoil the future of your sons

I can see it looming

Looming in the distance

I keep it to myself

I'd hate to have you worry

I turn the wheel, turn off my mind

Asphalt preoccupies

I keep control, despite my state

And that my mouth is dry

I'm trying hard no to dwell on the bitter side of things

But every time I think of you I just wish it could be over

I lie awake all by myself and contemplate the news

What are they hiding from me now?

Space aliens and soldiers gearing for the overthrow

Clantz likes to keep me well informed

I try to deny for just a litte bit longer

I close my eyes and think of you

You're just a memory

An exercise in wasted days of things that should have been

It's wrong to sit and plot your death

And wrong to let you leave

I sing another dirge to you,

But I just wish it could be over

So if I seem perplexed, don't take it personally

A lot is weighing on my mind

So what does it all matter now?

I'm standing powerless

And none of this is all your fault

I close my eyes and see your face

You're just a memory

You're something that would plague my mind from ancient history

I'm trying hard not to dwell on the bitter side of things

I tell myself it's all spilled milk

I just wish it could be over