In your taste, with little hints of life
Hid behind, a smudge of ink
Your wake, with little hints of life
Left behind
I can't let it show
I might break
Streets of dotted lines
That send us home
This state, mental borders crime
No way I can
I can't let it show
Buddy know that there's something bubbling in my soul
Dotted some lines, I'm crossing paths into unknown
Give me a fix before I go so I won't move
Give me a hint before I know