Dark Parking Lot

Painfully living a falsehood, leaving a crossroads

Having my mind get prodded at

I disconnect from my family

I am an ash tray

I get all the respect I need

I expect all I hear is incorrect

Hang my neck all I hear is incorrect

I expect all I hear is incorrect

Oh, I expect all I hear is incorrect

All I want to do with my time on earth is sit in a dark parking lot

See what my time is worth, and make prints bigger than my palm

Do with my time on earth is walk until my legs fall off

I can create a new timeline, travel through hindsight

I could go back and plant the key

If I just learned about nothing

That would be stunning

I would feel so empty, angry

But I'm living a falsehood, leaving a crossroads

Having my mind get prodded at

I disconnect from my family

I am an ash tray

I get all the respect I need

I expect all I hear is incorrect

Oh, hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect

Oh, I expect all I hear is incorrect

Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect

All I want to do with my time on earth is sit in a dark parking lot

See what my time is worth, and make prints bigger than my palm

Do with my time on earth is walk until my legs fall off

(Oh, Oh

You, oh

With you, oh

Oh, oh)

I disconnect from my family

I am an ash tray

I get all the respect I need

All I want to do with my time on earth is sit in a dark parking lot

See what my time is worth, and make prints bigger than my palm

Do with my time on earth is walk until my legs fall off, oh