My mind is a peak hour city tonight

Where all intersections are locked out by broken traffic lights

And you're still like water on the passenger side

While this 2am continues on into midnight

I'm trying to shake the thought

of something someone said ten years ago

I'm trying to turn out the light

Am I just wasting my time?

I wonder if King William knows

About all the bottlenecks that suffocate his shitty road

And I wonder if it's all my fault

That my levy is steady, steady as she goes

I'm trying to shake the thought

of something someone said ten years ago

I'm trying to turn out the light

Am I just wasting my time?

Am I just wasting my time?