October 21st (Behind The Wheel)

Counting the weeks now I think it's been two Since they asked for the story And we both told our truths The cry of a tire The numb and the ache Desperately grasping The shift and the brake I pull out my skin, I pull out the driveway Guess I'm insane, cause you're just okay And they all forgot the big ordeal It's time I found something else to feel A chemical gin in my airway Choking on wind, they ask who's to blame And I never guessed all this was real Until it was time to get back behind the wheel Counting bruises now Yellow and blue Just analyzing It was six:22 If I hadn't gone To the marketplace Would I be driving my car 'Cross the interstate? I pull out my skin, I pull out the driveway Guess I'm insane, cause you're just okay And they all forgot the big ordeal It's time I found something else to feel A chemical gin in my airway Choking on wind, they ask who's to blame And I never guessed all this was real Until it was time to get back behind the wheel Hard to resist The question Who's fault was it? Who's fault was it? While I'm walking in Blood soaked skin I've got firemen Calling the ambulance Hard to resist The question Who's fault was it? Who's fault was it? I'm not wondering With a concussion But now that I am I know what you did Counting the weeks now I think it's been two Since I abruptly Gave my days to you I'm pulling apart That look on your face Cause now I can't drive Or do much anything