I'm lashing out
Been swallowing dust
Incarcerated
Within the crust
The sheets still smell
Of love and lust
Suppose that you would find
A better story to skim through
Would you leave this one open
Evanesce out of the blue
You'd gather all your night shirts
And vanish at your cue
It's a steering related issue
Not about the driver but the passenger
And if you were to find her
In the dumps
You'd be at sea
Like a f*cking chump
Your mind'd explode with a goddamn crump
Suppose that she would find
A better story to skim through
Would she leave this one open
Evanesce out of the