There's a map inside the glove box with the pages taped together but it's tarnished, and it's weathered, and the ink all bleeds forever,
In the center of the page where the colors are a blur
as route numbers get subtracted inside bright chemical swirls
When the acid rain's collecting inside dishes on your floor, when they're spaced out periodically with drips and furthermore
All the fizzing and bubbling is quick inside your skin and it's knocking on the front door and it's trying to get in
Bandage yourself back up
Hands inside the clock are ticking and the minutes getting shorter as the nights become much longer while you're dying to get older
And the last sip of water in the glass you couldn't finish has replenished back to former glory pouring on your sickness
Re-routing to your eyeballs, that have long since lost their feel as they're staring at wallpaper just to see if it will peel
And the strictly set adhesive binds itself straight to the wall, you can stare and stare forever, but that shit will never fall
Bandage yourself back up
