Bayside

You wanted to know just what makes me tick,
i guess i could say that,
you and your bullshit,
are pushing me towards an explosion.
i guess you're what drives me.
I wish i could ride you,
drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
break your neck like you broke my will,
the guardrail will take you home.
I guess you get caught up,
in the day-to-day,
drama of being you.
to notice me,
and what's become of my eyes,
the vessels are an angry red,
just like the blood from my lips, as i chew on them.
I wish i could ride you,
drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
break your neck like you broke my will,
the guardrail will take you home.
I keep your picture as a reminder, of what i wish i wasnt.
it's like a fun house mirror version of myself, through those fucked up eyes of yours.
I wish i could ride you,
drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail,
the guardrail,
the guardrail,
will take you home.