I know there’s a highway

You’d rather be on

Counting headlights in the cool Carolina rain

And I’m wasted in the backseat, with a lucky strike in the dark

You’re the only pattern in the chaos of my heart

 

Get your systems down

Get your systems down

You tried a regular life and it tore you apart in all the regular ways

Broke you in places you didn’t even know could break

Well I see a thread in the maze, red and thin and bright

There is a system in the chaos of the night

Get your systems down

Get your systems down

Well I can see a thread in the maze, red and thin and bright

There is a system in the chaos of the night

Everybody wants a piece of you

Everybody wants a piece of you

But you’ve got nothing left, nothing left to give

Turn your mind off and watch the clock

Thirty more minutes till this all stops

And by six pm you can find yourself again

Nothing left, nothing left—

Autopilot, weekend refugee.

Nothing left at all.