ART WILL BE GONE

THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE FOR ME
I GET SO CAUGHT UP IN EVERYTHING
EVERY SINGLE DAY IT WON'T LET UP
MOVING FORWARD NO MATTER WHAT
WAKE UP GAS UP HURRY UP AND WAIT
BAD TRANSMISSION NOW WE'RE RUNNING LATE
DRIVE THE SHOULDER THIRTY MILES MORE
NEVER ENDING
FUCK THIS TOUR
ALL I WANTED
ALL I NEEDED
I FALL BACK TO YOU
EVERY SINGLE TIME I TRY TO CAPTURE IT
I FOUND OUT THAT THE ART IS GONE
NOW THERE'S
NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING