Aspiring Sociopath

[Intro]

No wait, a tea, make it a good green tea

[Slug]

7:30 AM, alerted to life by a song on the radio

The evening is over

Another morning, another opportunity

To do something progressive, to prove that he's worthy

Up and out the door by 9 o'clock

The sun is shining up and down the block

There's children in the corner, waiting for a bus

That will take them to school and exploit their trust

He starts the car, sparks with one crank

It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics

And even though he'd rather own a new import

It's dependable and more important, it's all he can afford

Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes, and a cup of Joe

(No, wait, make it a tea, a good green tea)

Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up

So when the radio rocks, he can sing along freely

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous"

At the top of his lungs, the words burst through, shameless

Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time

"Oh well, whatever, nevermind"

Nothing else matters when you're knifing through traffic

Wishing it was a stick shift, it's an automatic

Listening to the road, voice of the nomad

How he'd love to leave, drive away, never go back

Wheels keep on turning, turning, turning and turning

Alone is when he finally feels like a person

Light another Nat Sherman

Crack the window, feel the wind blow

Serenity tenfold

God bless whoever invented sunglasses

And while you're at it, save the saints that work the fast food drive-thrus

Objects are closer than they appear

'Cause when you're by yourself there ain't nobody else to lie to

Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle

It teaches him topics to discuss with real people

So, when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop

His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot

Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality

He's a loner, Dottie, he's a rebel

He's gonna drive the Escort to the middle of that meadow

Thinking about how he could leave this city

Fill the tank and towards the water, he'll flee

Maybe he should just go get a pitcher at the CC

Find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV

Either way, tomorrow will be just like today

And that's all it takes to make the change

He loves to drive more than he loves being alive

And this town doesn't even know his real name

[Outro]

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

It goes – bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border, to disturb the order

If only had he known that, he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist