i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed
he opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk
fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
keeps my eyes open most of the day
adds to my memory the things that people say
when he makes decisions i dont have to wait
but sometimes it seems he's got to much on his plate
like this morning when i woke up and he dressed me in this shit
that looks a little ragged where he drug me through the dirt
i'm moving through this life and i'm thinking about the next
and hoping when i get there i'll be better dressed
keeps my eyes open for most of the day
adds to my memory the things that people say
when he makes decisions i dont have to wait
i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
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