Fast Track

VERSE
I’m a walking, talking, metaphor.
I eat sleep and breathe this disease,
This is not a game anymore.
No it’s not a game.
Swallow your pills, your pride too,
You have to fit the mold.
The mold won’t change for you,
The mold won’t change.

CHORUS
You’re on the fast track to rejection, honey.
You’ve got to put in the work to make your money.
Hold your breath when we go under,
This is not a test.
Dim the lights, Cue the thunder.
The world can turn just one more time.
Finally, an original idea tonight.

VERSE
I can’t think straight under these hazy lights.
I can’t hold my own anymore.
This is not a game anymore.
I don’t want to play if it is.
I’m married to my own tragedy.
I need something borrowed, something blue.
Can I borrow the sky?

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Eyes are on fire.
If looks could kill,
I'd be dead by now.
I'd be in a perfect grave on a perfect hill.
I'd be dead.

CHORUS X2