Good Skin Cells Spent

Well, I just had a dream I was beaten to death
For falling in love, and not holding my breath
But I just cannot see, how we can be free
If you think that a life can be your property
And though now I'm aware it was all in my head
I remain safe and sound asleep in my bed
But my bed is your couch, or this floor, or the street
And though I'm alive, I feel as if I've been beat

So, fuck you, I'm doing my best,
My sanity has been put to the test,
But I'm glad that I'm broke, success is a joke
And this dumpster is my treasure chest

And last night I ate shit on my bike
But this road rash has left me enticed
The blood on the cement, was good skin cells spent
It's been a long time since I felt that alive
And maybe I just ride too fast
Ya gotta hustle when running from the past
Whether it's cancer or scars, or getting hit by cars
Futures hold more obstacles than we all can grasp

And I almost die
From vehicular homicide
Every damn day
Of my fucking life
But I'll never stop
Riding this bike