Lyrics

I'm leaving here, spite the rain.
My left blade, baby, just a swing and a miss.
Just as well, my right headlight's flagging down the mother ship.

Why do I even stay? I try so fucking hard?
You give back like an uppercut then a safe hitting from the sky.
My mind is made up. The whole thing tears me back down.
I am broken off, breaking out.

Just another urge to run with my needle stuck on a quarter tank. And I spend my last flat dime on my last drink.

And now I can't leave, right now.