Lyrics Playing in Traffic - Broadside

Playing in Traffic

Trying hard to fit into
A mold that wasn’t cast for you
An image built with loneliness
And it’s just not working
If fitting the part is what’s best for you
You’re preaching things that were never true
Your ego shows
Your friends may grow
But you’re still a clone
So come on
Don’t miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame
You can’t take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead
The common hatred we once shared
We had our lives
And they had theirs
You bought in quick
And sold out fast
So enjoy the crash
I’m not bitter on the friends that I’ve lost
Just a little confused
By the time it cost
For you to show your face
What a disgusting waste
But are you happy now?
You say that I’m too harsh on you
And how you spend your time
That your old life’s gone
And I’m afraid to leave mine
So come on
Don’t miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame
You can’t take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
Tearing at the skin that you just can’t shed
You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up dead
Take me back to those trailer park nights
Ducking bottles most of my life
Drug lords were neighbors
Dodging those blue lights
I’m not asking you to feel my pain
I counted on you
To help me carry the weight
I know your struggles
Cause I been in your brain
We used to be one in the same
So come on
Don’t miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way
Ducking every mirror just to hide your shame
So come on
Don’t miss your train
You were always searching for the fast lane
You sell yourself short, it’s the easy way
Swinging at mirrors to erase the pain
You can’t take this back
No, no, you wish you could
You chose your own path
Tearing at the skin that you just can’t shed
Burying the weight up inside your head
You keep playing in traffic and you’ll end up…