Route 17 Letra

We're pressing down hard with these weary fingers.
The songs were loud to mask the fear.
Exit after exit...without a thought.
And open roads.

I'm whispering clever lines to myself, as we're slowly going off course.
The roads closed in as I slowly came apart.

We've had enough of the “he said” “she said” blame.
It's not (that) hard to comprehend. I'm sorry you don't feel the same.
Second thought.
“Please don't sit down!”
“Use your fucking head!”
“You're a kid! You're a goddam kid”
You say you don't regret? Well shame on you!
You were perfectly aware and all the while you knew while I was going insane that I ran out of time.
But karma finds time.

(She wants to)
Speed up! Speed up!
We slow down!
As my mind whispers a theory no charm can mask, no kiss can cure.
We are, we are...survivors.
We are?
We are!

Deep below the blue and bangs something is unnatural.
And I know I'm not the same.
And I'm blinded by your name.
And I'm crumple at every single word you say.
You say...

We're stopping short as we are gliding through the broken glass.
The roads closed in as we slowly came apart.

We've had enough of the “he said” “she said” blame.
It's not (that) hard to comprehend. I'm sorry you don't feel the same.
Second thought.
“Please! Do not sit down!”
“Use your fucking head!”
“You're a kid! You're a goddam kid”
You say you don't regret? Well shame on you.
You were perfectly aware and all the while you knew while I was going insane that I ran out of time.
But karma finds time.

At least we got the weekend.
Bottles to closed doors lightens your mood.
Help me walk away, my puppeteer.
Am I charming enough yet? To quote these words, in a crowd of purses dancing?
You don't know who or where you are.

I said at least we got the weekend. (Your bullets are leaving scars. This place is cold. And dead)
Bottles to closed doors lightens your mood.
So let me walk away, my puppeteer. (But now I know the rules. You're a lush and I rushed)
You don't know who you are.
Yea, you don't know where you are.
You said...”I don't know.” (You said. You did say)

Mark my words you havn't seen the best of me. (I swear)

I 'll burn down this (scumbag) town.
To show you how much you mean to me.
I'm trembling at the thought of you.
I can't stop.
I won't stop thinking.
I don't mean to complain but I'm going insane.
I'd die.
For the taste.
Of.

You.

and only you...