Is there a path of least resistance?
Are hard knocks, tough lucks the only way?
This broken car should not be seen, it isn't clean, it needs gasoline
And you can tell it won't get far
But remember the times it fled the scenes and left behind your broken dreams
You never stopped staring at the stars
Where did you really want to go?
With your wheels on fire but somehow moving slowly
Pedal's to the floor, can't catch a break
So you just keep mistaking
Is there a face that looks familiar on a wall of angry ghosts?
Reminds you of all the bad decisions and when the silence hurt the most
What did you really want to say when you told them all to leave and go away?
Did you know that you were going to break?
And you just keep mistaking
And you just keep mistaking
Is there a path of least existence when you're out of brave faces you can wear?
You wanna hear the words so seldom heard, what you forgot when you got burned
You want to know if someone cares
What are you really trying to prove when you play the game with everything to lose?
What are you really trying to feel when the road's on fire, you're sleeping at the wheel?
This is something you shouldn't try and do
But you just keep mistaking
It's always the same way and you just keep mistaking
It's always the same pain and you just keep mistaking
Where is the path of least resistance?
'Cause I think you've lost your way...