outro Lyrics

I guess this is the part where I tell you it's the end

But is it really?

I thought I told you in Temporary Friends

That the engine won't stop

And the doors are still locked

And the paint is all scratched from the places it fought

Don't get me wrong

The journey is lovely

I've met people that truly love me

And I am truly sorry

If I can't convey how much you truly mean to me inside an Mp3

Cause a CD are just waveforms of what I'm meant to be

I love you all

From the depths of my heart

I'm really sorry that this car had to draw us apart

I guess that's what happens

When we don't know where to start

Building a home

Cause we don't even know where we are

This isn't my best work

But it's not meant to be

It's just a way for me to breathe

It's just a way for me to be

Free

From the pressures of becoming something

I have fears that I'll grow old and still be nothing

Hoping for some spare change

Cause things in life change

I feel uneased at not knowing what's to come

What if this album I've been working on

Turns out to be my last one?

What type of memory will become of me once I'm all done?

I try to look out the window

Of the walls passing by

I see the colors from the paint on the walls on both sides

They're just scribbles on a wall

That'll fall

If you don't treat it right

If you don't nurture it every second

I just wish I could of said it

I'm sorry

Thank you grandma for not taking mine down

I wish this car was bigger

So it could take more people

Go on longer journey with people that I feel are equal

To happiness and love

I'm just scared of what my brain could be becoming of

This car is silent

But I guess that's why I write

It's just a way for me to talk about things that don't feel right

It's just a way for me to sit back and look up to god and ask

Why me?

Why me?

Why me?

I try to blame all misconnections

On going on the wrong direction

But without stopping to question

If it's me who can't relate

To people that hold me close

It's a form of self-protection

So I don't can't hurt

From all this misdirection

As I ride down the street

In this cab, I call my own

I start to wonder

If someday I'll ever call a stop a home

If the engine would just stop

And I could have those keys in hand

Open the front door

And keep a piece of land

Then I could walk to the back

Open the trunk and get my bag

Feel the power of the moment that I never really had

And store those keys in a place only I know

And finally, decide when it's my time to go