A Quick Prayer To The Patron Saint Of Dirty Rest Area Bathrooms And Clean Getaways

Try to draw that day
Puts  maps on a page
Anything  to bring it back, moves it all away
Tell it like an accident
100 in the shade
Banks  are dripping sweat for me
They're  calling out my name
Sing loud, say it away
Sing  it like it's what you want or wear it like a scar
Sing loud, say it away
Baby had a gun, bullets in her other hand
To make it easy to find a place to hide
All  I know is that one of us wants to see the other die
Hang too tight
All I know is that one of us wants to see the other die
I also know that one of us wants to touch the other's insides
She's all right
It's anything you want
She's all right
Explain it away