Obsess over these bright lights
Rush, Rush away from where we have to go.
Racing white and dripping red
I'm on the wrong side of the street
The worries on our backs move us slower, slower
The Walk of Shame,
reluctance walks like me.
Concentrated;
white through me, right into me
my hollow bones;
I am a tunnel
Red, Red
I'm still this slow,
I am red all over
Slowly, slowly, slower
The light's stuck in me
Don't go home, I can't go home.
