Im Getting Tired by Sinaloa Lyrics

I felt weightless, i felt myself come out of my seat. as i held the wheel tight, my white knuckles couldn't keep me grounded. the cold air blows in my eyes. dilating my pupils. i struggled to see through the hazy air. the air seems thick like how the sun shines in september. a permanent dusk and perpetual defeat. shadows of trees draped across the road spray across my eyes in a syncopated rhythm. trying to keep awake the music fades to wind. the wind blows past my ears, and through my head giving way for nothing else, deafening. distracted and helpless. the city won't stop for you