It's Only Getting Later

There's this thing when I drive
and I don't know whether to be scared
but there's smoke at the side of the road
and it's always fucking there.

Whoever you are I'm not afraid
but this isn't a 'Dita' situation
we weren't meant to be
I'm not made.

It feels like death
but who can be sure
condensation's running away from something
and steam never touches the floor

nothing's perfect
and wow
I used H2O to prove that point

Blood is thicker than water

but I don't want to be dirty I need to shower
in all the imperfect
and blood makes me slightly nauseous
so if you know who I mean

I think you're the cutest thing I've ever fucking seen
I'm light-years from perfect
not even close
but
we could be sweet is all I'm saying

and I think that every time I see the man in the road.

I suppose there's still hope for me.