Saltwater tears pour salt in my wounds.
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 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?
