Lyrics

There’d be days when we’d be driving around
Not really going anywhere, just driving around
The Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel
An expensive gift shop lunch
No holy tension here, just driving around

Those 4 letters wrapped around your wrist
Keeping time with an ancient ethicist
As artificial as that tunnel
Expensive as the gift
There’s only tension here and I quit

Stuck in the getaway
I’m trying here
But you won’t shut the fuck up
And the chorus you sing
Don’t resemble your king
If your king existed, at all

Look me in the eye, you fraud spiritualist
If love’s not enough for Jesus, then fuck him
You treat me like exposition
And you control the plot
I needed you next to me, and you quit

Stuck in the getaway
I’m trying here
But you won’t shut the fuck up
And the chorus you sing
Don’t resemble your king
If your king existed, at all

I see a tunnel in my mind, sun lit
Do what the lord and justice of it
So hark what discord follows
Your world must feel so small
If that’s what Heaven is, I want off the list