Practice Safe Small Talk

The windows face the walls, and it tends to intimidate my restless legs. I don't say nothing at all, because I don't have anything nice to say about your glorified rat race

I hate to say it but the world has let me down, overwhelmed under payed and other than the hair on my face, I'm the same

So could somebody drive me home? Because I think I lost my keys inside your massive ego. Cause you look like how I feel when I'm with you, like being lost at sea would be a more optimistic view

I think I'm holding on to tight to my histories burial rights. Cause the bodies line the floor and It tends to incriminate my good intentions

I hate to say it but the world has let me down, but I'm confident that Its only for now

So could somebody drive me home? Because I think I lost my keys inside your massive ego. Cause you look like how I feel when I'm with you, like being lost at sea would be a more optimistic view