Leaning on a Wheel - Pile

Getting in our own way

And blaming traffic

And a shitty plan

And other things that are assumed you understand

Head down

And eyes peeled

I wouldn’t call it driving, more like leaning on a wheel

Not happy

And not in love

But let’s have a baby to save the marriage that we made up

It’s getting in our own way

Thinking I can look through walls that I run up on

Are mostly ones I’ve stared at

So play in traffic

Have a kid

May every good deed be in self interest

We’re all giving ourselves head

Each in our own way

Pairing off with whatever

Will lighten up our days

Or you’d hope

But you know death can travel

And I’m sure it’ll walk you home

You come in and leave alone

And I know death can travel

And I’m sure it’ll walk us home