i refuse to die

All I want is a cold black coffee

You’re crying hard

In the middle of the backseat

I could’ve gone home three hours ago

But I refuse to die

All I need is a tall, pale, redhead

A big, long road, and a while to go

Took me too long before

I know

So I refuse to die

All I need is

A little bit of pressure

To keep me moving

Left of the center

I could do that thing

I said I’d never

I think it’s time to try

So I refuse to die

All I want is

To keep on trucking

I think I could

With a little bit of luck

I’ve come too far

To just get stuck

So I refuse to die