Like a blue angel that screams overhead
Spitting out fumes on the marching band
I've got an anger that lives in my head
Taking control of my hands
Taking up real estate in a good neighborhood
I let it build a big house in my mind
Set off a chain of untenable circumstance
I'm at the wheel going blind
But I see myself for a minute
I can be good for a day
I can be good when I'm winning
And everyone's yelling my name
But the clubs are all closed now
The subwoofers whistle like ghost towns
And I haven't had reason to scream in the face
Of a stranger in some other state
In way too many months now
Now I go out and I walk around
And I notice the boarded up windows
And I think about all the time that you lost
And I feel like I stole that from you
It was just bad timing
Just bad bets I made alone
Bad timing, all those years I spent alone
Bad timing
All bad bets I made alone
Bad timing, all those years I spent alone
