Artist: bayside
Song: guardrail
You wanted to know just what makes me tick,
I guess I could say that,
You and your bullshit,
Are pushing me towards an explosion.
I guess it was right to me.
I wish I could ride you, drive you
Too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail will take you home.
I guess you get caught up in the day-to-day,
Drama of being you.
To notice me and what's become of my eyes,
The vessels are an angry red,
Just like the blood from my lips as I chew on them.
I wish I could ride you, drive you
Too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail will take you home.
I keep your picture as a reminder of what I wish I wasn't.
It's like a funhouse mirror version of myself,
Through those fucked up eyes of yours.
I wish I could ride you, drive you
Too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail,
The guardrail,
The guardrail,
Will take you home.
