[Verse]
Eleven in the air
Seven on the lawn
Three face down
Just two breaths gone
Didn't hear the shots
Couldn't see the cops
Just the turning of the locks
Candles spit the rain
Carnations mark the damned
Funeral I only read about
Had my own wake to start
Suicides by cigarettes and Maker's Mark
Five were in the van
Three thrown to snow
Paper said I saw the road
The dried blood, spinach red, on my shoe
Now brown like any other filth or residue
Her mother tried to call
With tears she dropped the phone
Doesn't matter, Jordy said I wasn't home
Had my own eulogy in a pen
Three states away
Awake at the wheel again
[Chorus]
Fumes, fake pine and Parafen
Barbecue greens, and hash
Lucky for the weeds they don't breathe oxygen
And they don't seem to mind the trash
But what about the plan?
What about the show?
What about the van, Saint Christopher in tow?
What about the cross on the side of the road?
Does it signify someone I used to know?
[Chorus]
Fumes, fake pine and Parafen
Barbecue greens, and hash
Lucky for the weeds they don't breathe oxygen
And they don't seem to mind the trash
But what about the plan?
What about the show?
What about the van, Saint Christopher in tow?
What about the cross on the side of the road?
Does it signify someone I used to know?
[Verse]
Rust against the road
Sparks and everything
Tied it up with duct tape and ba** strings
Probably going to have to replace it
Look at all the time we wasted
Lighten up the load
Forget about last night
After all I gotta get on with my own damn plight
But no matter how we plan and pack up tight
Something's gonna spill out on the highway tonight