Gasoline

... I can't close my eyes, I can't hold my breath; I can't wait for my heart to start beating again. So much time wasted on miles; so many miles wasted on time, and I don't even know what the hell I mean by that this time. So I'll just keep on falling, keep on screaming in an explosion of tedium, keep on running to try to erase your face. And maybe if I can fall fast enough I can finally leave all of this place behind me. I run instead of crying, gasoline is my tears, exploding drop by drop. And maybe time will heal this too, it'll probably take another ten years I suppose. Or maybe it'll all go away if I just drive ten more miles down the road....