Devil's Drive-Thru

My emotions are disconnected and broken up… Kind of like all this stuff in the back of my truck… I drive aimlessly to the next distress… Trying not to spill my coffee and make a mess… I finally come to a fork in the road… One sign says: to dreams, and it’s paved in gold… The other sign says: this way to hell… I’m indecisive, as if you couldn’t tell… So making the wrong choice, as I usually do, I stop for a bite at the Devil’s drive-thru…