Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics - Lucy Ford - Atmosphere

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7: 30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio 

The evening is over 

Another morning, another opportunity 

To do something progressive prove that he's worthy 

Up and out the door by 9 O'clock 

The sun is shining up and down the block 

There's children in the corner waiting for a bus 

That will take them to school and exploit their trust 

He starts the car, sparks with one crank 

It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics 

And even though he'd rather own a new import 

It's dependible and more important its all he can afford 

Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe 

Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up 

So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely 

With the lights out it's less dangerous 

At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless 

Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time 

Oh well whatever nevermind 

Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic 

Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic 

Listening to the road, voice of the nomad 

How he'd love to leave drive away never go back 

Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning 

Alone is when he finally feels like a person 

Light another Nat Sherman 

Crack the window, feel the wind blow 

Serenity tenfold 

God bless whoever invented sunglasses 

And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs 

Objects are closer than they appear 

Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to 

Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle 

It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people 

So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop 

His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot 

Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality 

He's a loner dottie, he's a rebel 

He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow 

Thinking about how he can leave this city 

Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flee or, 

Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC 

And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV 

Either way tomorrow will be just like today 

And that's all it takes to make the change 

He loves to drive more than he loves being alive 

And this town doesn't even know his real name 

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It goes bye bye Miss American Pie 

Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order 

If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed 

Maybe then he could have grown to exist 

(repeated till the song fades)