Same Mistake

On and open road and a virgin kick to chaos

with an angel tattooed to her inner thigh,

wild eyes reflected, and the neon sign.

I did not ask for love,

merely the same mistake

Don't be a fool with that,

your useless plastic pistol,

On my signal, we will drop our stupid

cause and disappear into the night.

As it stands, we're trading potions

for new potions to be swallowed whole.

We make the same mistake.

What to imply?

Have you picked a part?

Staying in the action.

Where's the action?

Here we are, drawing straws,

taking sides when we aren't

letting up and letting go.

Letting up.

Letting go.

Manacles and endless lists on a shelf.

Our wealth, it will be squandered

by subtle gusts of cold wind,

cars rusting below the bridge.

And shouts behind the factory,

at first frightening,

but it's just kids beginning

To make the same mistakes

On an open road

On an open road

On an open road

We make the same mistake