 Come to think about it, it's all in my head. Fuel tape, blank, it's been running in the red. Praying for a green light, looking straight ahead. Nothing else seems right, you know what I said. Tell myself, calm down, listen, understand. Somewhere I got stuck between my head. Everything I bought was never in the plans. And now it's hard to think. I've been running in a naughty dream. Repeat, and everything you ever say you see.