act

i will drive a thousand miles, to escape the smog in this town, i will drive although i don't have a license, to escape the ideal that this city crowns, hide every little scar with so much make-up, the skin can't even breathe, hide every little scar or become the food they feed, shift into a higher gear, place the brick on the gas, on what i left behind i won't waste a tear, my rearview mirror has got broken glass, i will drive until i reach the desert, and wait until i see with my own eyes again, i will drive i'll head for the desert, and wait until our minds speak the same words as back then, this makes me into nothing in their eyes, but i'm willing to pay the price