Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playing in Traffic, artist - Broadside. Album song Old Bones, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 17.05.2015
Record label: Victory
Song language: English
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… |