Silverstein - A Little Fight

Can we talk about something else?
I can't stand the sound of my own voice right now
It's hard not to make a scene
When you stand at the door with your car keys saying

Oh
I hope the water's not too cold
I hope the water's not too close to the interstate
Where the guardrail's gone by the edge of the lake
And tears start to fill your eyes
While you crossing fast over painted lines

Oh
With four wheels pointed towards the shore
You give in and you give up all

Control of yourself and if everything else
There is nothing to fear when you're living in hell
And everything's spinning but nothing makes sound
And you're trying to scream
But the words don't come out
And you know
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late
It's too late now
It's too late