Burning Car

I’ll put the nickel, in you
Draw my blood deep in the syringe
White lines capture my insides
Big and brass, girl or a boy
Load me with lead, one million degrees
I’m hot, a burning car
With each flower, I’ll plant the dreams in
My dry mind
There are ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
Ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
I’ll twist my neck in, the tight noose
While the night grows wide and dark
Squeeze through the tube, and don’t move
Your swollen mind and heavy heart
Load me with lead, one million degrees
I’m hot, a burning car
With each flower, I’ll plant the dreams in
My dry mind
There are ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
Ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
Keep me honest
And I won’t tell them
Make me promise
Oh, oh oh oh, oh
Empty room, so narrow
Suck marrow from your bones
Reach far across the room
And leave me all alone
I trained a bird to play
Painful, it perched on my left hand
Torn by your stinging gaze
Light-years engulfed in your pain
I have sworn you’re one of them
And I’m a stain on your report
I have sworn you’re one of them
A last resort
There are ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground
Ways to fix a broken sound
With my head in the sky, my ear to the ground