When England took my mother's youngest son She demanded him back. She said "Don't make me worry, son This isn't the time to run You're always thinking Until the thinking's done." Talking myself down gets so hard All I know is I don't wanna die in my car I can't get out of my head Just like it's always been He's in the mirror staring back at me Smiling through his worn down teeth I tell him, "You make me sick And the bullsh** is getting thick." And sometimes the hardest part Is just getting on with it Talking myself down gets so hard All I know is I don't wanna die in my car I can't get out of my head Just like it's always... Talking myself down gets so hard All I know is I don't wanna die in my car The war inside my head keeps raging And somehow the world keeps turning Yeah somehow the world keeps turning Yeah somehow the world keeps turning