I'll spend my summers on the motorways and crossroads Always half-exhausted and always fully lost in Salivary sirens, weekend spouses, or gold prospects Draped in dimestore romance and batshit expectations I'll spend some time in Colorado or Chicago Always be unsure if I'm ever really there though I'll move bi-monthly to another basement bedroom Grind down my shoe soles 'til I've run out of towns to run to These passing trucks can be my swan song And you'll insist I've done it so wrong But living though my losses makes the world so much less daunting I've got nothing left to fear but fear itself Fear is an empty glass in an empty bar Opposite the girl you'll never have She asks if I ever feel like I'll disappear Well, I've been battling my irrelevance for years So have another drink with me We'll toast to our obscurity Stagger, Medicate, Repeat 'Til our youth blinks out forever