I lost my ticket again, Stuck in the lining of my bag, With seams that seem to rip, And thread together all the things That i never needed: Lipstick and receipts And calling cards to call home.
I wish that i could stay right on the beat; Replace my heart with a drum machine So i can sing and not think.
I take my seat next to a man; He checks his watch, And looks then looks away. The turn signal clicks like a metronome. I can never follow those. I'm always a little bit ahead.
I wish that i could stay right on the beat; Replace my heart with a drum machine, So i could sing and not thinkg about anything.
Replace my mind with a battery, So i can run without caffeine, I can't live my life on coffee.
