I know there’s a highway
You’d rather be on
Counting headlights in the cool Carolina rain
And I’m wasted in the backseat, with a lucky strike in the dark
You’re the only pattern in the chaos of my heart
Get your systems down
Get your systems down
You tried a regular life and it tore you apart in all the regular ways
Broke you in places you didn’t even know could break
Well I see a thread in the maze, red and thin and bright
There is a system in the chaos of the night
Get your systems down
Get your systems down
Well I can see a thread in the maze, red and thin and bright
There is a system in the chaos of the night
Everybody wants a piece of you
Everybody wants a piece of you
But you’ve got nothing left, nothing left to give
Turn your mind off and watch the clock
Thirty more minutes till this all stops
And by six pm you can find yourself again
Nothing left, nothing left—
Autopilot, weekend refugee.
Nothing left at all.
