my hair is heavy and
explosive with hairspray and
I love it so much
(the way i've changed).

and right now it just feels good
to bask in this warmth as I run
my finger along the wall of fire,
driving down the highway.

sparks fly from my fingers!
sparks fly from my eyes!
because we've switched roles,
and I'm no longer a victim.

I look up and see my reflection
in the glass of the moon roof,
my face joining the stars
while you're vomiting away your booze.