A precisly measured combination of elements: Equal parts Punk, Grunge, Alt and Stadium Rock, with a dash of smashed computer parts and broken glass.
Lyrics
Her lips, against my lips, her fingers, around my wrists
She spits, and lens right in, whispers in my ear with a crooked grin.
She says, "take this" and gives it a twist, holds the bottle to the side as it starts to drip
"There's nothing in the bottom , just like your soul.
Come take it, I'll give you control"
I'm already gone, I know where I don't belong
I'm almost half way home, I'll take my chances on my own
She laughs, steps on the gas, "Do you always look so crazy when you're driving so fast"
She shifts another gear as I reach for my phone, she throws it to the floor and she says "leave it alone"
Checks her mirror then she changes her lane, says people always tell her that she's going insane.
This could all be over in the blink of an eye, she looks at me and asks if I'm "afraid to die"
I'm already gone, I know where I don't belong
I'm almost half way home, I'll take my chances on my own