Time constraint
Don't be early, don't be too late.
A mixture of nothing, we are annexed by our emotion. Now
who's in control?

I want to drive, no I'd rather take the back.
       Yeah I'll take the back so I can sleep

Sleeping on the bumpy road. Time constraint no longer a
complaint.
visions instead, they run through all the dead I've known.
Probably still alive somewhere-
       just not in my head -just no longer in here.

I am the back seat driver living in my own head, not living
at all
      less alive than dead.