Bloody hands on the wheel I drive
Calm and steady like a surgeons knife
No telling what the years will bring
Cause I'll still be alike
Lucky through the better and the bad times
But now my luck has run out
Never right I'm not even close
Never right but I need it though
I leave nothing to warn her
Turning into storms how I wish you knew
That you'll never get close
My heart is a ghost to you
Riding round how my broke heart roams
Throwing stones into perfect glass homes
On nobody's side just asking me why
So alone I drive with no ending in sight
Never right I'm not even close
Never right but I need it though
I leave nothing to warn her
Turning into storms how I wish you knew
That you'll never get close
My heart is a ghost to you