Busted knuckles, broken hearts How do I say this, where do I start? Con yourself into thinking it's what you need She'll skin you alive and watch you bleed So say goodbye to greener fields And its a concrete heart that knows how you feel This city gets brighter the closer we get Its one hell of a drive, but we're not there yet Roll that window down, and shut your eyes Let go of the wheel, you know it feels so good Sleep is sparing, but I'm not quite caring Screaming engine, lick of flame on the hood Trace this landscape with no tread on these tires Burned it all off, pointed at the sun Tarnished silver lining, cold shoulder riding Cracked windshields and crooked smiles The odometer flipped with the loveless smiles

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