Author: 21 Pilots
Song: Car Radio
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There's faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
It's 1:54 p.m. on a Monday afternoon. I'm sitting here, trying so hard to study for my first final and I just can't.
So I turn to Facebook, and that in turn leads me to YouTube where I begin listening to this years Bonnaroo lineup. I haven't heard much of 21 Pilots before, so I turn on some of their songs and immediately studying gets harder. I'm entranced by what I see and hear. Stuck in this moment I begin to think. Everything floods in: fears of my future, smaller current job issues, and thoughts about my relationships. I CAN'T STOP. "Car Radio" starts to play.
Then I begin to remember, remember who I was, where I came from not so many years ago. I see the crowd on my worn computer screen engaging and reacting. The music fills my thoughts, the words catch, and I find myself resonating with one stanza being sung: "I have these thoughts, So often I ought, To replace that slot, With what I once bought, 'Cause somebody stole, My car radio, And now I just sit in silence."
And now I just sit in silence.
Surrounded by people I can feel the tears welling up. I've lost so much of who I once was, so quickly it feels as if life has stolen me away. I'm replaced by this shell of me, this outward copy of who I once was. But inside this shell is trapped a man who's uncertain of his future. He doesn't understand many of the events that have come to pass and he's still angry at those things he can't change. He thinks constantly, pushes worry to the far reaches of his brain and attempts not to dwell on it for he knows what cancer thought can be in too large a quantity. For now he sits, turns a page, and continues reading on.
For now he just sits in silence.
So I turn to Facebook, and that in turn leads me to YouTube where I begin listening to this years Bonnaroo lineup. I haven't heard much of 21 Pilots before, so I turn on some of their songs and immediately studying gets harder. I'm entranced by what I see and hear. Stuck in this moment I begin to think. Everything floods in: fears of my future, smaller current job issues, and thoughts about my relationships. I CAN'T STOP. "Car Radio" starts to play.
Then I begin to remember, remember who I was, where I came from not so many years ago. I see the crowd on my worn computer screen engaging and reacting. The music fills my thoughts, the words catch, and I find myself resonating with one stanza being sung: "I have these thoughts, So often I ought, To replace that slot, With what I once bought, 'Cause somebody stole, My car radio, And now I just sit in silence."
And now I just sit in silence.
Surrounded by people I can feel the tears welling up. I've lost so much of who I once was, so quickly it feels as if life has stolen me away. I'm replaced by this shell of me, this outward copy of who I once was. But inside this shell is trapped a man who's uncertain of his future. He doesn't understand many of the events that have come to pass and he's still angry at those things he can't change. He thinks constantly, pushes worry to the far reaches of his brain and attempts not to dwell on it for he knows what cancer thought can be in too large a quantity. For now he sits, turns a page, and continues reading on.
For now he just sits in silence.