Aspiring Sociopath

SLUG
 7: 30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
 The evening is over
 Another morning, another opportunity
 To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
 Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
 The sun is shining up and down the block
 There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
 That will take them to school and exploit their trust
 He starts the car, sparks with one crank
 It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
 And even though he'd rather own a new import
 It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
 Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe
 Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
 So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
 With the lights out it's less dangerous
 At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
 Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
 Oh well whatever nevermind
 Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
 Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic
 Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
 How he'd love to leave drive away never go back
 Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
 Alone is when he finally feels like a person
 Light another Nat Sherman
 Crack the window, feel the wind blow
 Serenity tenfold
 God bless whoever invented sunglasses
 And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
 Objects are closer than they appear
 Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
 Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
 It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
 So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
 His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
 Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
 He's a loner dottie, he's a rebel
 He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
 Thinking about how he can leave this city
 Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flee or,
 Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC
 And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV
 Either way tomorrow will be just like today
 And that's all it takes to make the change
 He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
 And this town doesn't even know his real name
 It goes bye bye Miss American Pie
 Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order
 If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed
 Maybe then he could have grown to exist
 (repeated till the song fades)