In Spite of Me

I’ve got some mid-level high
As sobriety stalls
You’re in town a few nights
But don’t answer my calls
My vocal cords fry
Twelve steps is too much
Thinking if I could die
Maybe I’m losing touch

The world it turned in spite of me
It spurned the burning inside of me

And on an eight hour drive
With battle lines drawn
Derelict satellites
Switching off and on
On this unholy night
Riding white steers
Falling under stride
Trampled by rusting gears

The world it turned in spite of me
It spurned the burning inside of me

It’s an еndless-loop song
In the tears of windshiеlds
Static radio is on
But so un-even keeled

And the world it turned in spite of me
It spurned the burning inside of me
The world it turned in spite of me
It spurned the burning inside of me
And the world keeps turning in spite of me
The world it burned in spite of me