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we are waiting for a green light to tell us when to go

and where to go

the bus blows black smoke in my face

i shouldntve wound down the window

i know im breathing the black inside

i know what my insides must look like



i know i shouldntve gotten out of bed this morning

assisted by the crutch of drugs and fuel

im blowing smoke as i make pointless journeys

and ill remember none of it on my death bed

my life would have been a blank fired

misfired?



we wont be bothered in trying to come together

in trying to connect

its like weve given up

we might, if we try hard enough

but we dont

erecting a wall

keeping everybody out



we could solve this problem

we could be happier

we could feel okay about death

regretting not a moment of life

or maybe its ok caz its a welcome relief from nothing

but we could make something

we could really make something

but we dont try

letting go, hoping more than nothing

without trying



we sit alone in our cars

looking at each other through the glass

we are too busy holding on

watching for the light to change

to press our hand against the plane

our head

breathe against the pain

reminding that we are all alive and we can connect



but we just keep on driving

and dying inside.

maybe well have nothing left

because we are burning it up

in our hope to progress - technology is burning it all up

we are setting fire to babies

and thinking that business deals secure the memories that will warm

our death beds.



maybe any progress is futile.

maybe it all means nothing.

its the age of technology, progress and storing childhood in a box

i sit waiting in a trafiic jam

progress, indeed



i am waiting for a green light to tell me when to go

and which way



i just want to stop and get out

even if it means everyone else will run me down