Sustained Loss of Traction by The Next Summer Lyrics

Make a mark or make a move
Cause I’m running every red away from you
Take the backroads
Keep living it up
Chatting calories and sobriety
Passing brake lights that coagulate the city

You don’t think for yourself we can tell
When it’s all done you can meet me in hell
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice

I’m wide awake so who can say the same
There’s nothing going on well you’re the one to blame
By the sound of the streets and the lines I mix my voice in
A preconditioned lapse of validation that somehow evades evaluation
You know I’m the last one who would come try and sell you something

You don’t think for yourself we can tell
When it’s all done, you can meet me in hell
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
And pretend that anything you’ve done could contend
In your mind
Neurologically contrived
In your mind
Neurologically contrived

You don’t think for yourself we can tell
When it’s all done, you can meet me in hell
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
And pretend that anything you’ve done could contend

Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
Let’s see you drive, let’s see you roll the dice
Let’s see it