Playing In Traffic

You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead Trying hard to fit into A mold that wasn’t cast for you An image built with loneliness And it’s just not working If fitting the part is what’s best for you You’re preaching things that were never true Your ego shows Your friends may grow But you’re still a clone So come on Don’t miss your train You were always searching for the fast lane You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame You can’t take this back No, no, you wish you could You chose your own path You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead The common hatred we once shared We had our lives And they had theirs You bought in quick And sold out fast So enjoy the crash I’m not bitter on the friends that I’ve lost Just a little confused By the time it cost For you to show your face What a disgusting waste But are you happy now? You say that I’m too harsh on you And how you spend your time That your old life’s gone And I’m afraid to leave mine So come on Don’t miss your train You were always searching for the fast lane You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame You can’t take this back No, no, you wish you could You chose your own path Tearing at the skin that you just can’t shed You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead Take me back to those trailer park nights Ducking bottles most of my life Drug lords were neighbors Dodging those blue lights I’m not asking you feel my pain I counted on you To help me carry the weight I know your struggles Cause I been in your brain We used to be one in the same So come on Don’t miss your train You were always searching for the fast lane You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame So come on Don’t miss your train You were always searching for the fast lane You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way Swinging at mirrors to erase the pain You can’t take this back No, no, you wish you could You chose your own path Tearing at the skin that you just can’t shed Burying the weight up inside your head You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up…