You can have custody Whatever you said to me Doesn't mean anything I read too much into things Just give me back The CDs I lent you Because I'm moving to Pittsburgh Next June I swear I'll come back to visit But I'll never get around To seeing you I've got this hope That just won't fall off I'm shaking and shaking But I can still see it It's just gonna hit me again It's just gonna stab me again It's just gonna scrape me hollow again Pretty soon I'm just gonna be a hollowed rind Man is not a piece of fruit But I can't peel you out of my mind Pretty soon we'll die in this car If you don't look where we're going Watch the road I don't plan on pa**ing in the pa**ing lane Of your shark tailed rotting machine Watch the road