Thirty-two Years of Miscommunication

In all the ways to take my leave I've never left with gasoline Tread under tires as I heave A deathly cough at 9:15

My hands unsteady on the wheel The road can't pass by fast enough An angry pounding heart I feel Forgetting all my other stuff

Now I lay me incomplete I do not pray, I do not sleep Can't bring myself this meal to eat Can't let her go, I'm in too deep