Hegira (don't overheat)

Rockstar, Monster,
Amp and Blue, the
Moxie cans are rolling
in the back
whispering
you'll
crash crash crash
I know I know
relapse

Sh-shift my heel
to the left
better to reach both
brake and gas.
My hockey gear
is in the back
The skates are
on the seat.

There's a
sweet sweet smoke
fills
my sour
sour lungs
Keeps me from feeling
the hour
Till the plunge
crash crash crash

Gotta turn the heat up
so the engine doesn't overheat
Again. Makes me open
the windows, keep it
cool.

If I didn't
the smoke would not escape my
nostrils to the motor
way
Hegira.

Sweating
but I don't remember how
to take my jacket off you know
how it gets
on the road too afraid to
crash.

Just 'cause there's a
sweet sweet smoke
swim swimming in my
eyes
Boy, it helps me cope
with my
life life lies

snort
A Panic! song that I don't
know? Im-
possible. Guitar's in the
front but I don't know
how to tune it

Couple joints
poppin'
crackin'
I keep 'em in my
pocket

Give it here, yeah, I just can't
stop it
There's this sweet sweet smoke
in my bitter
bitter brain
And I just can't
pull away

Rustle of Orbit
wrappers
response to
the parking brake
I don't need the sleep

my brother makes me keep
a machete
in a leather case
beneath the driver's seat
that means I'm safe
Yeah.

Tell him to give
me a break, sir. All
I need is
one. Not even for myself
see my parents in the back?
The longer you take
the closer i come
to the
crash crash crash

Rustle rustle
Orbit wrappers
A paper bag between
my legs
so they won't notice me my
precious bottle

Precious you, my
heaven-
sent narcotic. Laugh
Bitter bitter. You,
my my temporary
love until I
crash crash crash
Again.

poison, no
poison me, baby, like
my throat to feel the flames
I know, I know
it's right to stop
but I can't find the brake

Now here's
the –
I know these --
These
sweet sweet vapours
filling my
bitter, bitter brain.
Damn loving this surrender
bereft of all but pain

Glasses
glass is
slippin'
drinkin'
Gotta couple bottles
I keep 'em in the back.

The Monster
it's for the morning
with my guitar now
playlist on repeat
repeat
There's
no song I don't know
How

Glasses slippin'
on my nose
sour sour lungs
my cough
my god

Wash
washin' it down
with fire I
hope I
never last
crash crash crash

Brother, my brother
I got a machete
in a leather case
beneath the seat
and that
means I'm safe.

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