ART WILL BE GONE

THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE FOR ME I GET SO CAUGHT UP IN EVERYTHING EVERY SINGLE DAY IT WON'T LET UP MOVING FORWARD NO MATTER WHAT WAKE UP GAS UP HURRY UP AND WAIT BAD TRANSMISSION NOW WE'RE RUNNING LATE DRIVE THE SHOULDER THIRTY MILES MORE NEVER ENDING F*CK THIS TOUR ALL I WANTED ALL I NEEDED I FALL BACK TO YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME I TRY TO CAPTURE IT I FOUND OUT THAT THE ART IS GONE NOW THERE'S NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING