Every red light is just another excuse
that I use to produce more volume.
It's a habit that I'd like to kick, but
where's the fun in letting reality win?

Thoughts of an elephant's walk
to help usher the pedestrians along.
It's the only way that I can make it through
the fray without feeling a step out of place.

Less a statement than it is an S.O.S.
A special request for the rightful ruler
of senseless vengeance in the lane over.
I'm the kid with a stick poking tension
like look mom I think it's playing Rapture.

I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?
I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?

I was thumbing through some
old pictures of you just now.
You know, the ones where we
would swear it all lasted forever.
I'd do anything to crawl back inside
those moments as if they were a cabin
tucked within a forest and my life
the blizzard which never seems to end.
I could only get so far before my heart
played the contortionist. I've missed so
much of your life. We've now been apart
for nearly as long as we were together.
I can't think that sentence without feeling
like I've misplaced a step or two. I wish
I knew you now. I'm sorry I wasn't there.