Without Caffeine

I lost my ticket again,
Stuck in the lining of my bag,
With seams that seem to rip,
And thread together all the things
That i never needed:
Lipstick and receipts
And calling cards to call home.

I wish that i could stay right on the beat;
Replace my heart with a drum machine
So i can sing and not think.

I take my seat next to a man;
He checks his watch,
And looks then looks away.
The turn signal clicks like a metronome.
I can never follow those.
I'm always a little bit ahead.

I wish that i could stay right on the beat;
Replace my heart with a drum machine,
So i could sing and not thinkg about anything.

Replace my mind with a battery,
So i can run without caffeine,
I can't live my life on coffee.