A bitter prom queen keeps her cigarettes stashed
with her memories and photographic ash
in a spaceship that's moving just too fast
she crashed the last one
Reflection of her lazy eye is telling her to stop
pretending everything will be alright
took kitchen knife and carved her name into the sky
well that was last night
all her life she's been fighting against
the laws of physics and what they've said
momentum moves her ahead
but inertia keeps her directionless, directionless
maybe I'll see something no one's ever seen
a shooting star that's choked on gasoline
swear to god I saw it in a dream
but I don't sleep
In exile, I ran with all the dancers
I'm on trial, but I've got no answers
The things I could do with a map of your head
but for now I'll remain directionless, directionless,
directionless.
And I am too young to die,
did I mention pretty too?
And I am going too fast to stop,
but I don't know where I'm going.
Maybe somewhere warm.