San Diego

On the way to San Diego
Never gonna get to play though
Never gonna make it on time
Maybe I should tell the club that
See if they could push the set back
When suddenly the back of my mind
Started running, started running, and I
I think I might’ve missed the sign
I don’t know what I was thinking
But suddenly the dash was sinking
And I was singing at the top of my lungs
«think you better pull it over»
Spend a minute on the shoulder
And try not to swallow my tongues
Cuz I’m just talking, just talking
My sentence is running from
What’s happening to me?
I’m sick of myself
Ain’t one thing cuz it’s probably something else
Happening to me
When really I’m numb
I’m magnifying glass, I tame the aimless sun
I don’t know what I was doing
I got out with the van still moving
And landed by the feat of my soul
With that curdled blood running through me
Suddenly it was a movie
And I was in the starring role
So keep rolling, keep rolling
I think I might’ve lost control
What’s happening to me?
I’m sick of myself
Ain’t one thing cuz it’s always something else
Happening to me
When really I’m numb
And all these fire ants keep fighting over crumbs
When none of them knew me
The further I run
Less I gotta see where I’m coming from