painted yellow lines

"You're good for nothing," caught me brushing off my problems
Put 'em up on a shelf that I can't reach
"Say you stand for something, but you're bluffing
All you wanna do is lay down and die on a beach"

I hear you mutter, "Stupid fucker," as I rest my head
On your chest, pretending to sleep
I start to blubber, "Hold me closer, tell me
'Go back to bed, you're just having a bad dream'"

I'm fucking trying
But when anything goes wrong, I feel like crying
And when it's right, it's not enough
So when I'm driving
Who's to say some painted yellow lines can
Quell impulse?

But that's not me, no, that's the disease
Trying to push how it thinks things should be
And maybe I'm damaged goods
But I'm good, I'm good
It'll be so good, so soon

But that's not me, no, that's the disease
Trying to push how it thinks things should be
And maybe I'm damaged goods
But I'm good, I'm good
It'll be so good, so soon

You can only hope

I'm fucking trying
But when anything goes wrong, I feel like crying
And when it's right, it's not enough
So when I'm driving
Who's to say some painted yellow lines can
Quell impulse?