I'm not doubting the way it feels

To cruise the streets at night on training wheels

But when your helmet starts to pinch

You know it's time to call it quits

You are a parody on parade

So engrossed in your own joke

That you forgot to laugh

And there's something bittersweet about that

Now you've got a bunch of innocent people

Riding the Chinatown bus

And you're the captain

No air

No AC

Most of your passengers were just walking down the street when they were captured

It's all about climbing into a paper bag and finding your way out

If you never tried to sell yourself short chances are you can breathe independently

Iron lungs are no fun, are they?

After hours of nothing, nothing is biting because your bait is rotten

Waiting in line to become an item