i put the top down, step on the gas
cruise the apocalypse, and think about the past
i drive like a maniac trying to outpace
everything in the rear view shattering piece by piece
and the years are like exits ticking away
a decade of decadence and decay

all along i have kept moving perpetually west
now i struggle to hold on to the sunset
the end of the world is just up ahead
but i’ve already been where angels fear to tread
so what’s really the difference if i jump off the track
and just turn back around when the east calls me back

in the end it was always going to come to this:
everything i do and do not miss
just as i’d finally learned to let go
that which i couldn’t hold on to
that which i’d learned to love finally
i would never be able to take with me