Knuckles White Dry

Deep in the breath of a carrier Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario No way in hell is this happening For worse I don't care if it kills me I promise you won't die, swear it It's a civic occasion You're driving my car from the city You see my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching So where is the ticket, or park it just let it? And you haven't cried much or nearly enough But I scream at your chest for as long as I must Do you think it hears me? Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun The skin or the lungs Not today Nor tomorrow It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead Let us live in the sun From here until the car ride home If I hear another i love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell And I swear that ill show them a vision of hell It gets tiresome you know As long as strangers the poke and they prod And I drive all that shit to the side of your blood If miracles function Then where is our god that is the question I posed And you haven't changed much or nearly enough But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust That it hears me Do you think it hears me? Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun The skin or the lungs Not today Nor tomorrow It's no kind of living afraid or unknown Let the dead be the dead let us live in the sun From here until the car ride home The car ride home Car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home The car ride home