cars move slowly down where you walk and the cool blue cars where the world gets old and i hear their lies blowing through my teeth and at my back i can feel you breathe talk is cheap like when money talks and you sound too much like you've seen it all and i fall down drunk with my eyes so tired on my clean white sheets and my eyes go blind and i hurt to be you and i hurt to be you there for no one there for change no good reason no one came half a life cars move slowly down where you walk and the cool blue cars where the world gets old and i hear their lies blowing through my teeth and at my back i can feel you breathe and i hurt to be you and i hurt to be you there for no one there for change no good reason no one came half a life