Buick

When I'm screwed into the wall I may as well take my time My my the runway, I don't wanna be reminded A bruise from outta nowhere Now it's making sense I'd get the car off the runway If I could get it outta the ditch I'm awake and I'm coiled Maybe I won't drink this once I'm awake, I've been rejected And I'm ashamed of what I've done I'm awake, I'm awake Sorry about the buick Turn the room into a car Drive it off a fucking cliff When I'm screwed into the wall I may as well take my time My me, the runway, I don't wanna be reminded A bruise from outta nowhere Now it's making sense