the freeway lights are on
like burning ashes from a long drag on the last cigarette i bet my life on
stuck in line waiting to be stuck in line hoping one day I'll get my turn
don't cut me off I'll cut you out this path was only meant for me
working hard to work harder maybe i need a new job
life keeps getting louder and i can't find me ear plugs
buy me a plane ticket to hell and if i never get there I'll tell everyone it felt......
exactly how it feels to be stuck in line with burning ashes at my sides
i feel like puking and I'll bet my lungs this isn't the last time