I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot with what I once bought 👍🏻

cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence

sometimes quiet is violent my pride is no longer inside it its on my sleeve my skin will scream reminding me of you I killed inside my dream there's no hiding for me I'm forced to deal with what I feel there is no distraction to mask what is real I could pull the steering wheel

*who

I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot with what I once bought

cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence