at moments i think i've calmed down and not surrounded

and then the past is gone away

like from moving my eyes from here to there

the thoughts were never there

something was asleep

and now people are pushing each other, toes wrastlin'

if the alcohol doesn't work—i keep forgetting to drink

every moment is coming up on me

i can't keep up

i can't tell if it's my car alarm or buzzing

i just keep listening waiting for the impact of a grenade

is that his lights or his siren lights

—what's with the constant flickering?

i think i should just pull over and ask him

in case we're in a low-speed pursuit

i just gotta know, it's too much