Leaning On A Wheel

Getting in our own way
And blaming traffic
And a shitty plan
And other things that are assumed you understand
Head down
And eyes peeled
I wouldn’t call it driving, more like leaning on a wheel
Not happy
Not in love
But let’s have a baby to save the marriage that we made up
Thinking I can look through walls that I run up on
Are mostly ones I’ve stared at
So play in traffic
Have a kid
And may every good deed be in self interest
We’re all giving ourselves head
Each in our own way
Pairing off with whatever
Will lighten up our days
Or you’d hope
But you know death can travel
I’m sure it’ll walk you home
You come in and leave alone
And I know death can travel
And I’m sure it’ll walk us home