If you say so
I will let you go
Little red balloon
Walk out with my youth
What am I supposed to do?
(do, do)
Don't get me wrong
If I don't live long
I want to live with you
But my lips are turning blue
I don't know if I'll make it through
I'm asleep at the wheel
At least that's how it feels
I'm not okay
But I'm on my way
Driving you home
I haven't been better
Since you sent a death letter
In an envelope there upon a wood dresser
And a knife cut lines and it carves names
And the sparks fly
Left holes in an old sweater
I'ma leave that so you don't forget me
I'ma lick your tears while my nose bleeds
Roll the windows down
Because I can't breathe without you
I'm asleep at the wheel
At least that's how it feels
I'm not okay
But I'm on my way
Driving you home
It's raining, it's pouring
And I can't hold on to the wheel
And on and on and that's how it feels
I'm not okay (okay)
But I'm on my way (my way)
Driving you home