I'm waiting for a package to arrive I'm sitting idle hoping it's on time It's not good for my health I'm losing patience with myself but I'm waiting for a package to arrive Waiting for things to arrive

Flying on down the road At neck breaking speed Losing control again And soon we will bleed The future is the present The present is the past Whichever way we’re going We’re going way too fast We do this to ourselves At least…

A sad song about car crashes on the corner where I used to live.

This song was written, recorded, mixed, and mastered in under 4 hours.