Neo Realist Formica Dirge

The open highway passes by, a blur at sixty-five
A cigarette for every mile
I am empowered by the state to cremate dinosaurs
And spoil the future of your sons

I can see it looming
Looming in the distance
I keep it to myself
I'd hate to have you worry

I turn the wheel, turn off my mind
Asphalt preoccupies
I keep control, despite my state
And that my mouth is dry
I'm trying hard no to dwell on the bitter side of things
But every time I think of you I just wish it could be over

I lie awake all by myself and contemplate the news
What are they hiding from me now?
Space aliens and soldiers gearing for the overthrow
Clantz likes to keep me well informed

I try to deny for just a litte bit longer

I close my eyes and think of you
You're just a memory
An exercise in wasted days of things that should have been
It's wrong to sit and plot your death
And wrong to let you leave
I sing another dirge to you,
But I just wish it could be over

So if I seem perplexed, don't take it personally
A lot is weighing on my mind
So what does it all matter now?
I'm standing powerless
And none of this is all your fault

I close my eyes and see your face
You're just a memory
You're something that would plague my mind from ancient history
I'm trying hard not to dwell on the bitter side of things
I tell myself it's all spilled milk
I just wish it could be over