Pockmarks on moon's skin, you are sitting inside your car
The frozen frame in the night
Wondering just how far you'd be able to drive, the arsenic pen droops from your mouth
Trust is a weakness, lies enticed you like a siren's serenade made of cyanide
Should listen to your mind, "if it's too good, just run"
It's a flytrap waiting to go off
No more waiting, no more wasted time, no, time
No more waiting, no more wasted time, no, time
No more waiting, no more wasted time, no, time
Pockmarks on moon's skin, you are driving 'round in the night
Phone vibrating in the glovebox
Afraid of leaving but afraid to stay around
It's time to fight, jump into the fire
You're still thinking out loud "all this time I was blind"
"I'll say it first, it's over, I'll never run back into your Venus arms"
It's detox time, no parting words, your patience has run out
No more waiting, no more wasted time, no, time
No more waiting, no more wasted time, no, time
No more waiting, no more wasted time, time