Break Stuff II

I'd like to give you an open-hand slap to the face

I'm upset about nothing and everything

I don't care where, let me just make a mess of someplace

And I'd like to fall from the sky like a fucking Avenger

Hit the ground with my fist till it buckles and blisters

Kicks dust and debris onto dozens of strangers

I dream of smashing a glass on a wall at my work

Just the wind up, the pitch, let it fly like a brick

Let the sound echo down every hall and be heard

And I think of steering my car into oncoming traffic

Not to die, just to try it, to just feel alive