Backseat of the car
Unsure of the destination
Sickness is all I feel
No hands behind the wheel
Backseat of the car
Unsure of the destination
Sickness is all I feel
No hands behind the wheel
I can feel every bump in the road, every dip, and rise
Like I crafted it myself
But each one still comes as a surprise
Backseat of the car
Unsure of the destination
Sickness is all I feel
No hands behind the wheel
People who once lived inside of me still hover in the halls
And I just want peace and quiet within my own walls
Yeah peace and quiet within my own walls
Within my own walls
Within my own walls