I Am The Skeleton

When I was a kid, I had a dream where I was on a school bus
And the driver was a skeleton, and he drove us
Off the edge of the high way and into the sky
Now when I’m driving, I fantasize

I am the skeleton, driving straight off the curve into the sun
I am the dream, with the wheel in my fists while I’m on the run

Maybe if I tear apart the things I thought were true
I’d find the things I need, I’d find something new
Maybe my jaw will come apart and my words will fall right out
Maybe my teeth will rot away and I’ll have to live without

The things that make me hungry in an awful, painful way
And I will let myself live purely each day