In all the ways to take my leave
I’ve never left with gasoline
Tread under tires as I heave
A deathly cough at 9:15

My hands unsteady on the wheel
The road can’t pass by fast enough
An angry pounding heart I feel
Forgetting all my other stuff

Now I lay me incomplete
I do not pray, I do not sleep
Can’t bring myself this meal to eat
Can’t let her go, I’m in too deep