Hurry Up And Wait

and faces fly by like scattered trash on the interstate
leaving just enough behind to join the ghosts
and every breath exhaled in help only whispers 'hurry up and wait'
missing person posters stapled to the post

well the car got towed and you had to walk home
and you thought you had a fifth, but only half
god gave you his card but left you busy at the tone
hey, at least you made the 988 girl laugh

take two of these and call me when you're clearer
the moon keeps on shining but turns away from what it sees
you tuck the bullets into bed and you stagger to the mirror
and what looks back at you you almost can't believe

well it could be raining dollars and I'd look up and catch a fist
or suffer a concussion when someone threw me a fuckin' bone
i could spell it out with metaphors but I'll tell you so you get the gist:
i only feel alive when I'm alone.