Driving With My Eyes Closed

How’d I end up back at the alter
Praying to invisible gods
Having a one-way conversation with all of my favorite songs
How’d I end up back at the market
Trading on some shady advice
From a snake-oil salesman who said I could name my price

I don’t know who the hell I am anymore
When did I get old and fucking boring
I’m driving with my eyes closed
Drinking on the freeway
Swerving through the cars and praying that the cops don’t see me

There is this dream I keep having
Where I sell everything that I own
And strap a couple bags to a motorcycle
Like the last great American trope

I don’t know if I’m gonna make it
But I’m sure as hell gonna try
As I’m staring at a picture of Joan Didion
Remembering how her husband died

I don’t know who the hell I am anymore
When did I get old and fucking boring
I’m driving with my eyes closed
Drinking on the freeway
Swerving through the cars and trying not to fall asleep

Overdosing Adderall, silence every phone call
Even from my best friends ‘cause I don’t want to listen
To anybody talking, anybody saying
That life is so much different than what we expected

Noah Gundersen - Driving With My Eyes Closed Lyrics

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