Aftertaste

Driveway self-pity

By the way, I hate this city

I hate the season, I miss the cold

I've got no reason to embrace the old

And I can't seem to shake the hold that this place has on me

Drive until the fuel runs out

I can't shake this aftertaste from my mouth

Until the fuel runs out

But I can't shake this aftertaste

The gasoline tastes gritty

Like spoiled cream, but looks so pretty

Like the danger in this place

Looking stranger than its face

But the sirens sing to me so I will

Drive until the fuel runs out

I can't shake this aftertaste from my mouth

Until the fuel runs out

I'll drive until the fuel runs out

I can't shake this aftertaste from my mouth

Until the fuel runs out

I'm stuck in the water, I'm trapped in a net

And I'm moving faster towards an active jet

Am I just dreaming of your hands on my neck

Or is that cold I feel a wave of my sweat?

And I'm still thinking of my latest bet

And of all of the people that I still haven't met

Am I just dreaming of your hands on my neck?

I can't be dreaming, that's your hand on my neck

And I can't shake your aftertase

Yeah

Drive until the fuel runs out, but I can't shake you from my mouth

Drive until the fuel runs out, but I can't shake you from my mouth