Habitually bitching about love, hate, and everything in between

Perpetually caught up with machines

Commentary coming out surrounding meddlesome destinies

Better forget about your dream

Wish I flew a fighter jet so I could cut across this country

Wish I knew enough to make a scene

But every night I'm sideways

Smoke and listen to the highway

Better not forget to wash my jeans

What you really want isn't really what you find

So you hide inside the back of your mind

What you really want isn't really what you find

So you hide inside the back of your mind

Habitually bitching about love, hate, and everything in between

Think I better find a brand new scene

Yet every night I'm sideways

Smoke and listen to the highway

Better not forget to wash my jeans

What you really want isn't really what you find

So you hide inside the back of your mind

What you really want isn't really what you find

So you hide inside the back of your mind