plastic peace

Drove it into the ground

Wasn't no sound

No one around

Just mud and bones

And some bummy old clothes

In some field of corn

Whose parts I ain't

never been through before

memories of guilt and porn

I swore I would change

Change is all I had

Since they said I was born

Drivin wild

Like a rented middle child

Never did get where they aimed me

I hung on back

Watched the clouds turn black

And tried to to protect those ahead from the rain

Talking to myself again

Waving off these fears again

Don't seem to sound like much

Following myself around and such

Take this heap of yourself

And make it click again

even louder than it shoulda been