Without Caffeine

I lost my ticket again,

Stuck in the lining of my bag,

With seams that seem to rip,

And thread together all the things

That i never needed:

Lipstick and receipts

And calling cards to call home.

I wish that i could stay right on the beat;

Replace my heart with a drum machine

So i can sing and not think.

I take my seat next to a man;

He checks his watch,

And looks then looks away.

The turn signal clicks like a metronome.

I can never follow those.

I'm always a little bit ahead.

I wish that i could stay right on the beat;

Replace my heart with a drum machine,

So i could sing and not thinkg about anything.

Replace my mind with a battery,

So i can run without caffeine,

I can't live my life on coffee.