The backseat's not good enough
nor is being tied up in a trunk
waiting for the death
or screaming to save us.
I'm tired of listening to that station
or beating myself up
and perfecting the art of begging,
Change it, please, change it
It's my turn now.
Hit the brake, change your seat
and learn your place with me.
I can't ride bitch anymore
When someone tells me,
"I can make the time for you"
it's the song I want on repeat
while my fingers stroke the steering wheel.
Kind of makes me wish the ride would never end.
Words like that make good company