Žodžiai dainai: Agent (The). Other. Exit 33 (In Rod We Trust).

This isn't about that anymore.
It's getting hard to get off the floor.
But we're gonna try anyways.
I call shotgun, and I'm not getting out.
Paid full price for the result,
Now there's no time left to sulk.
Remember to forget about the past,
The day's ending fast and I am heading out

I've forgot already.
That time is nearing and i'm not sweating, just singing.
With the windows down, playing music too loud,
Leave no time to exhale.
More is never less.
Drowning out the fact that nothing in my life makes sense.
Except for this