Tore up the roof of my mouth from eating your bullshit

The lights are flashing green but no one’s moving
The fumes are collecting in the passenger seat
Yeah I know, I'll eventually move. 
But unlike you, I guess I got nothing to prove
You keep weaving through traffic, 
and I’ll keep huffing exhaust.

'Cause huffing exhaust beats breaking for assholes. 

I’ll let you know when I’m face down.

Tore up the roof of my mouth from eating your bullshit.
Now I’m tracing my tongue on the lacerations.
Yeah my mouth will eventually heal, 
but you’re feeding me more and I'm so sick of being polite.
Next week just please cut out the bullshit from your grocery list. 

I must insist.

Now all I got left is a black lung, and I’m spotting on my tongue.
Yeah I know I'll eventually move, 
but unlike you I guess I feel like I got nothing to prove. 
Yeah my mouth will eventually heal, 
but you’re feeding me more and I'm so sick of being polite.
'Cause huffing exhaust beats breaking for assholes.