Amanda Palmer

I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
It's cold outside
I hate the seasons here
I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o'clock I'm back in bed
Fighting the jury in my head
We learn to drive
It's only natural, dear
We drive all night
We haven't slept in years
We suffer mornings most of all
We saw you lying in the road
We tried to dig a decent grave
But it's still no way to behave
It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle
Pick the victim