I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I know it's dire my time today I have these thoughts, so often I ought To replace that slot with what I once bought 'Cause somebody stole my car radio And now I just sit in silence Sometimes quiet is violent I find it hard to hide it My pride is no longer inside It's on my sleeve My skin will scream reminding me of Who I killed inside my dream I hate this car that I'm driving There's no hiding for me I'm forced to deal with what I feel There is no distraction to mask what is real I could pull the steering wheel I have these thoughts, so often I ought To replace that slot with what I once bought 'Cause somebody stole my car radio And now I just sit in silence I ponder of something terrifying 'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind I find over the course of our human existence

This is my fav song

Wait no

Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid Yeah found a six shooter gun In his dad's closet hidden oh in a box of fun things, I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger I reason with my cigarette