Readymade

An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a ready-made And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a ready-made Chorus My bags are waiting in the next life Verse 2 Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a ready-made Chorus And my bags are waiting in the next life Verse 3 An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a ready-made Chorus And my bags are waiting in the next life