Red Light District

Sitting at red lights
Knowing that they'll never turn green
Its a pass time of ours
To waste time in this meaningful way
Broken red lights
Symbolic of our everything

Cars backed up behind us
Wasting time for everyone
But they fail to realize
That life is one red light

So I hope you're waiting for me
Because I have been waiting
For hours and hours
If you keep waiting
You'll soon be dead
Then ill have my own head

The cars behind our car
Don't run this never ending light
For fear of doing something wrong
In front of a perfect stranger

Sitting at red lights
Knowing that they'll never turn green
Its a pass time of ours
To waste time in this meaningful way
Broken red lights
Symbolic of our everything

You and me
And our little troubles
Pass by with our broken
Streak of luck
Which of such we never truly had
Bad luck is just my favorite excuse
As that is all I really want to have

But I think Ill be biting my tongue
When this fucking car
Follows us down this lonely shitty street
Scary thoughts of ultimate bad luck
Filling our heads
As that sketchy car takes an uzi to our face
We pass out only to find out
We've been dead this entire fucking time