I refuse to ride the bus, or ever hit the laundromat,
It's not that I'm too good for that, I'm just a scared and sheltered cat who's afraid of ending up in a shelter.
I'm staying alive, 'cause it's even more scary to die.
I'm in a cardboard box that's soggy wet but I still think it's keeping me dry.
But if you took me out, and let me roam beyond the back yard, I could make friends with everyone,
'Cause it's not that fucking hard to be happy when you finally leave home.
I'd burn my box and hit the road,
And if the road hit back, it'd be ok, 'cause I'm finally alive enough to know,
That you never know what hits you.
And even though I miss, and I want to kiss you, I just blow all of my love into a tissue,
And I throw it away.
And later on I'll be playing in the road,
When that rubber hits my back and I feel my heart explode.
And that blood in my chest is suddenly worth more than sex and love and gold.
And I'll feel sad, knowing you'll be sad,
But that wheel keeps rolling.
And as it reaches my neck, I'll feel glad to be alive,
With my eyes wide open