I've been burning my life from both ends
It scares the sh** out of me, just to get back in it
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial
Been asleep on the floor for a week or so
Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it
A pa**enger of your life,
A stowaway hiding there, in the back your head
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i must belong
Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
Six years on the backseat of your car
Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
Noticed the time, and got sick of it
Would something blow my mind?
Cause it's your hands on the wheel, and I'm only lying
Had a blast for a while, and got tired again
Laid down, laid low, taste the irony
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial
There must be another way
Just lay down the innocence
We're not just subway bound
Lay down the innocence
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map I should belong
Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
But it's been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car