Left Turns in New Jersey - The Relapse Symphony

Is this a love song- or a hate anthem?

I guess it just depends on which side of the line you’re standing

Really sick and tired of this trap we live in;

giving and taking is never that

romantic

These are true hearts, true minds, true love, true crimes;

you didn’t really

think about that when you were 17

Gas the pain;

cruel octane

Floor the shame;

never the same

Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jrsey

My head is in gridlock;

the ngine is pounding, my heart is overheated

Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey

You always gotta be right just to see what’s left

White knuckling through my scattered thoughts;

blurry like the lines on the

road that I’m flying across

Shifting your dreams, forcing a lie;

we’re out of time no matter how fast you

drive

These are true hearts, these are true minds, this is true love, these are true

crimes

We dreamt for miles at 17

In the past year, I’ve become all my greatest fears

We were like this car;

avoiding our problems a thousand miles too far

Letting it corrode assuming that’s just how it goes

Until we backfire, leaking oil and trust mixed with the smell of tires

Left to rot and choke on our own smoke

Was I really crazy before you tried to save me- or did we just make everything

worse?