Blacktop - Snapcase

Your self control might be a muscle spasm

New direction isn’t everlasting though

I grope for straws, you’ve got to plan this week

Then the crutch dissolves, well she’s just too sweet

Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere

Came out to greet the unresponsive stare

Turn green with envy over something you missed

You didn’t know what, when you fell down in it

Walk on top, you run beneath

Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds

Walk on top, you run beneath

Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds

Walk on top, you run beneath

Blacktop spreads, blacktop, blacktop speeds