The Twitch

My heart is racing
Discombobulated
I’m riding backwards in a car
My hands are cracking
On the steering wheel
I’ve got spirals in my eyes
One sudden movement
I’ll fly this car into a ditch
Oh lord, please
Get me off this road

Out New Orleans
On through Mobile
I scare the shit out of my friends
I know I’ve felt this
Felt this way before
Lost in the streets of Munich
Now I’m running
Try and catch me if you can
And when you do
I hope I won’t be such a dick

Here comes the twitch
And I feel helpless
Feel that itch
I come out swinging
And you’re a bitch
Call me a fascist again
And you won’t be sleeping here tonight