At Full Speed

Sometimes I really feel like I need an escape, ya know?
It's just one of those things that needs to happen every once in awhile.
Sometimes I really just hate being myself. I'm not sure why exactly. I just get uncomfortable in my own skin.
I itch,
but I can't scratch.
I starve,
but I can't eat.
I am parched,
but I can't drink.
Something feels not so right inside.

But what do I do about it?
Nothing.
I do nothing.
I lay back, and I just go with it.
Why?
I wish I even knew.

Sometimes I really hate being me, but I don't know why.

There's gas in the car, mine until sunrise. And there's no guarantee that leaving town's gonna set me free. But staying here.... it's just not what I need.....