I swear I could squeeze blood from this steering wheel
and fuel this car with my own momentum
while we sing our lungs right out of our mouths.
And there might not be any finished product,
minus sore throats and dents in the dashboard.
Still, you saw nothing wrong with less hours spent in tedium
and you picked me up and carried me with you.

All your energy just ran all around this room
and it leaked out onto the streets, and it showed on everybody?s face--
perfect like a page covered in thoughts with no words crossed out.

I swear that when I saw life breaking out from inside
of the coffin that they built for us to live in, i swear that I had to ask myself,
"What the hell did we just do?"