Saltwater tears pour salt in my wounds
Out of my eyes, behind which I feel a dull pain.
Headache, heartache, all kinds of ache.
The sodium lights burn red in front of me
In a long line of cars--we are all going someplace for some reason--
Reminding me of the burning fossils in our engines
That are burning up our precious planet, forming new fossils out of extinction.
I cry some more thinking about it,
Blinded by tears, but I have to drive away somehow.
I drive myself insane.
I stop to sit in an empty parking lot alone, waiting for a shooting star.
I'm so scared to die, so tell me why I'm so afraid to live,
Tell me why I feel like I'm already dead,
Or why I feel this survivor's guilt.
I'm always so tired, but I can never sleep.
Isn't it all so interesting?
