The Way Back Machine

Sometimes you can't avoid the backslide

i've been mining through my boyhood fantasies

and finding that some of them still feel good to me

still fit perfect, working like a charm

draped around my shoulders, old friends keep me warm

in my parents car

five full years of screaming with the stereo up

so when i run i just push pedals, my feet barely budge

i've trid keeping the world out

of my sovereign nation station wagon

the place where i felt safe and keep moving

the scenery changes so i don't have to

still can't drink, stil convinced

If I don't do it myself doing it's worthless

cuz the rug will come out in the end from under

you set yourself up when you're counting on others

i'm not sad, i'm passed desensitized

friends drop like flies, they've got their own lives

and at the end of the day it's just me and my flat line

send electricity, let me not smile

let something puncture the numbing force field

we erect as young men to protect how we feel

i've been mining by boyhood dreams

and i found one that never made sense to me

up until now

that car takes a corner carelessly

tearing its wheels from the street

from the air to the trees by the side of the road

twisted heaps of debris, shattered glass

and the cold wet grass on my face

some blood in my mouth, the taste washed out

by the headlights passing on by

i'm lying, resting in the wreckage

half asleep and completely defenseless

no protection from scavengers, weather

and a few days of rain

which worsens the smell of it all

but no one complains, a crew will be called

to scrape these remains eventually

some cars slow down and kids crane their necks to see

most just swerve left unimpressed, forgetting me

you can make your very own poisonous, despicable man

begin by keeping him a boy for as long as you can

and when the voice in his head says that everything's wrong

let him think we'd be convinced but only with the right song