Caught her alone in open rebellion
Salt covered trash all the ground filled with garbage and ash
She’s desert trash and she’s perfectly o.k. with that.
She knew in her mind that one day she had to come back
Flash-forward VCR players all dug in a row
Planted alongside the dream that one day they would grow, oh, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it’s all just a trap
Don’t get too close, don’t fall down, it’s a long way to go
Let’s get fucked up on adrenaline, put on a show
Drinking up gasoline, chasing down deserted roads
High on the drama that comes with the milage you go
Life is a movie directed by people you know.
Swing back and forth