Without Caffeine

I lost my ticket again
Stuck in the lining of my bag
With seams that seem to rip
And thread together all the things
That I never needed:
Lipstick and receipts
And calling cards to call home
I wish that I could stay right on the beat;
Replace my heart with a drum machine
So I can sing and not think
I take my seat next to a man;
He checks his watch
And looks then looks away
The turn signal clicks like a metronome
I can never follow those
I'm always a little bit ahead
I wish that I could stay right on the beat;
Replace my heart with a drum machine
So I could sing and not thinking about anything
Replace my mind with a battery
So I can run without caffeine
I can't live my life on coffee