Some days I have a head like a car crash
And my thoughts turn to death and won’t go
Like maybe today I’ll get hit by a bus
But the traffic always moves slow
The traffic always moves so

Slowly I sit up and I realise
I’ve been taking to myself again
I know I worry them but I can’t help it
Because these walls are so very thin
And yeah I was babbling
About getting into a car crash
Just to see what would happen
I know it’s stupid
But I still wanna know, but
The traffic always moves slow...
On Tuesdays

How many hours
Will it take me
To finally get
Out of bed today?
And for a moment
I get distracted
From staying still
So I head out
And find myself
Behind the wheel
I catch every red light
Turn down every dead end road
Change lanes at
Every wrong moment
Where do I even go?
Who are all these people?
Is it only me who’s stuck?
Where is that open road?
Can someone tell me why
The traffic always moves slow...
On Tuesdays

I hit the freeway so
I hit the accelerator ‘til
I hit the speed limit but
I hit a bend so
I hit my brakes but
They hit their limit so
I hit the barrier
I hit the windshield
Flew through the windshield
Flew through the air
Flew for miles
Miles and miles
Out over the city
And I was screaming
Til I got bored
And checked my phone messages

Turns out I messaged you more than I remembered
I guess cos there were more bad days than I remembered
Next thing I knew half my life had passed
Next thing I knew I hit the ground
I never stopped looking down

Saying some days I have a head like a car crash
And my thoughts turn to death and won’t go
Maybe today I’ll get out of bed and go
But the traffic always moves slow
The traffic always moves slow
On Tuesdays...

I think you were the one who scraped me up
You were always the one to scrape me up
I didn’t know what had happened
You were always there when things happened
Or didn’t happen
Nothing keeps happening
I keep on happening
This keeps on happening

Next thing I knew I was coming to
On this black leather couch somewhere
And sitting there with me is a guy who looks a lion
And he’s dressed up nice just like I would be if I ever had the fucking money
And my eyes are closed and the room is stretching
And swelling and shrinking and spinning around me
And there’s this black rock in my chest and
Glue in my stomach and a rubber band around my throat
And I’m out in the desert somewhere
Out in the desert with an elephant with the universe in its eyes
And it looks deep within me and it understands better than I do
As it’s wearing my crown like a golden arabesque
And it holds me in its trunk so gently
It holds me and I just start crying and I can’t stop crying
But there’s this bright light; it’s the past catching up
And I wake up underneath the trees
And it’s all quiet...
Except for the breeze

Yeah they treat me well
Here in the white hotel
The elephant tells me to stand
It’s a part of me now
So I’m no longer
Held down by
Strange ghosts with
Grey hands