Born To Die

traffic jam from ear to ear

seven days feels a hundred years

I know we're born to die

just hope its not here

I'll hold it down just don't let the sky touch ground

and maybe somehow make it through this week

if you're still around lets get the hell out of this town 

and way past where we think we ought to be

clocks ticking its more a crawl

not sure what i know at all

we keep making signs please make the call

I'll give it hell just wish well for me

suckerpunch eternity

we look hard but hardly see