It's hard to look past getting by The evening's breaking news Always provides me with an excuse Pavement scrapes the underside Options all set to run out Paper slips and receipts Start to feel like ghost towns Here come those empty feelings again Watching black turn into red There was no restraint for this accident The seat belts had already snapped Headfirst through the glass It's hard to look past getting by When black holes can't compete With the sad eyed way My empty pockets look up at me Pavement scrapes the underside I'm fighting off the burnout My sense of self respect Is all that's left in this ghost town