Sticky Nickels

I've got a cupholder full of sticky nickels
An old dill pickle, some Werther's Originals
That I've been meaning
To clean out now for a while

But day by day, drive by drive
I get this feeling I'm falling in a big swan dive
Just'a headed towards the bottom
With my arms spread wide

For those who pull the strings that tie
Decaying feathers for our wings that fly
They ain't never letting go
And only the wind knows why
But if it's up to me, then it's up to you
And I'm gonna tell you the simple truth
That I love you
And there ain't much else they can do

Whether spoke outright or confidential
I ain't so savvy on sentimental
But I'll fix it how you want it
Scrambled, fried, or scrambled

Because the way I'm living, it's quite unorthodox
A busted compass, holey socks
I've never quit moving
Don't mean I can't stop

For those who pull the strings that tie
Decaying feathers for our wings that fly
They ain't never letting go
And only the wind knows why
But if it's up to me, then it's up to you
And I'm gonna tell you the simple truth
That I love you
And there ain't much else we can do

Got a heart that's full of ragweed and thistle
Some old paintbrushes with crusty bristles
That I've been meaning
To clean out now for a while