A bitter prom queen keeps her cigarettes stashed with her memories and photographic ash in a spaceship that's moving just too fast she crashed the last one
Reflection of her lazy eye is telling her to stop pretending everything will be alright took kitchen knife and carved her name into the sky well that was last night
all her life she's been fighting against the laws of physics and what they've said momentum moves her ahead but inertia keeps her directionless, directionless
maybe I'll see something no one's ever seen a shooting star that's choked on gasoline swear to god I saw it in a dream but I don't sleep
In exile, I ran with all the dancers I'm on trial, but I've got no answers The things I could do with a map of your head but for now I'll remain directionless, directionless, directionless.
And I am too young to die, did I mention pretty too?
And I am going too fast to stop, but I don't know where I'm going.