White Car Coasting

[Verse 1]
White car coasting up the driveway
Sleep another year
Early Sunday funeral procession
Sleep another year
I have inherited nothing but madness and baldness and sadness and years and years
Next week I'll be 17 and I'll sleep another year

[Chorus]
I had to roll when i found out
I hit the bottom and climbed back out
Now the poster child is dead
I was the patron saint of lying in bed

[Verse 2]
How does it feel to be under the wing of something bigger than yourself?
It's a bird stealing bread from a beggar's mouth
The rich get richer and they hollow us out
I have inherited nothing but madness and baldness and sadness and years and years
Next month I'll be 23 and years and years and years and years and

[Chorus]
I had to roll when i found out
I hit the bottom and climbed back out
You shot so far from the target's chest
I am the patron saint of early death

[Bridge]
Will you ever learn?
You forget so easily
Will you ever learn?
You forget so easily
Will you ever learn?
You forget so easily

[Chorus]
I had to roll when i found out
I hit the bottom and climbed back out
You shot so far from the target's chest
I am the patron saint of early death
And now I--

[Verse 3]
How does it feel to be under the wing of something bigger than yourself?
Jesus Christ is a broken mirror
I only want to see myself
Leave me alone but don't forsake me all these years
And years and years and years and
Years and years and years and years and