Street lights claw away at my face
Handprints in blood on the window pane
'Cause I'm driving a hearse
With nowhere to go
Red static blares
On the radio
Eight lines of crimson
Eight lines of pale disguises
Eight times I promised
Eight times I never meant it
Laying face down on the freeway
Tried to make you proud I'm a little late
Look me in the eyes don't know what to say
Coming down
Coming down
Just another ghost in the hallway
Hanging from the ceiling maybe that's my fate
Haven't seen the sun in a couple days
Coming down
Coming down
I don't know what came over me
Felt the grief of years in a single day
'Cause I crashed in a ditch
On my way back home
Red static bleeds
From the steering wheel
Eight lines of crimson
Eight lines of pale disguises
Eight times I lost it
Eight times I still regret it
Laying face down on the freeway
Tried to make you proud I'm a little late
Look me in the eyes don't know what to say
Coming down
Coming down
Just another ghost in the hallway
Hanging from the ceiling maybe that's my fate
Haven't seen the sun in a couple days
Coming down
Coming down
I know that this was hard for you
I'm sorry for the hell I put you through
Laying face down on the freeway
Tried to make you proud I'm a little late
Look me in the eyes don't know what to say
Oh
Laying face down on the freeway
Tried to make you proud I'm a little late
Look me in the eyes don't know what to say
Coming down
Coming down
Just another ghost in the hallway
Hanging from the ceiling maybe that's my fate
Haven't seen the sun in a couple days
Coming down
Coming down