Dead Poets

I close the tab Got a headache and a heart break 17 won't pay me back Tripped on the past This older October Crawling over broken glass Oh no I'm raging down these roads I'm still running dead poets Got me frozen in motion Head full of steam from the night before I still have my regrets No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense Could ever make these shoes unworn Oh So pour out the gin For the exes and the messes Our unfinished basements Don't turn around To see all the people Waving as you're burning out Oh no I smile through the smoke I'm still running dead poets Got me frozen in motion Head full of steam from the night before I still have my regrets No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense Could ever make these shoes unworn (oh, oh) It's a phantom ache It's just the way I'm wired (just the way I'm wired) Now I take the bate, but I used to be inspired (used to be inspired, babe) No skin in the game, No dog in that race Can't seem to change, I can't seem to change I'm still running dead poets Got me frozen in motion Head full of steam from the night before I still have my regrets No suburbia cleanse ever made it make sense Could ever make these shoes unworn (oh, oh)