Suspects

I have some doubts surrounding where you said you were last Sunday
I have a witness that insists you left the scene running away
I can’t help suspecting you
This document is proof
My instincts will guide me through
Help me find the truth
And it’s the lines upon your head that make me nervous
And it’s the blades of grass under your fingernails that tipped me off
Don’t leave home without your head, consequences brew
Now I forgot what I found in your home that proves it’s you
That we’re looking for
I had no hands on the wheel, it’s a miracle we’re okay
With a box full of hand me downs and a map to finally locate myself
There’s nothing left to explain
Just follow the code
There’s nothing left to explain
Just follow the code
I can’t help suspecting you
And this document is proof
My instincts will guide me through
Help me find the truth