The She

Ripped off
You smoked the Bible, rolled it up
Your last breath, hot on my backYou get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even nearDear traveler
Dear travelerIt's my death
My rhythm, my arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin' in the backSorrow blowin' through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
You're over the night we metDear traveler
Dear travelerThe she, scared electricity
Where no human carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin and this tickets mineDear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler