The Flatliners Follow

This one goes out to
All of those who love the smell of gasoline
I figured out that where they want to be
Is in the in between
Have you ever seen the world at 6 AM
When it's cold and dark and almost silent
You'll never want to sleep again

Let your blood boil up
While mine sits still
Always the antagonist
Because I'm not at home all year.

Overeager, eat your words
I'll feed them to you this time
One more goodbye

I'm good with the guilt-trip,
Because reconciliation's overrated
I'll be at the front, kid
In the back room with a stiff drink in each hand

Am I [?]
The stories being told
It's not that I don't love this town
I just feel like it's getting old

Let all your blood boil up
While mine sits still
I'll always be the antagonist
Because I'm never home, oh yeah

Overeager, eat your words
I'll feed them to you this time
To get it right

True believer, do your worst
And sing along to all our goodbyes

And all these days we spent time
pure on adrenaline, I'll take it

I'll take it all for dirty clockwork living
Want to run it right 'til our children live

We'll run it until our children live
We'll run it until our children live

Overeager, eat your words
I'll feed them to you this time
One more goodbye

Overeager, eat your words
I'll feed them to you this time
To get it right

True believer, do your worst
And sing along to all our goodbyes