bothfeetonthebrakes
Both feet on the brakes
Still complain that I'm stopped
Knees all scraped
Climbing out of the spot
That I'm in, and that I've been
I want more, but I'm stuck in bed
I guess I'm not afraid like I was back then
I guess I'm not as bad as I've always been
Now I'm more ashamed of who I was back then
Always second guessing who I am to them
Or more or less you
I just wanna know the truth
Wanna feel the blacktop
Lately I'm no use
Everyone around me
They can feel it too
Never really good for it
Full of I-O-U's
I just wanna live life
I just wanted more time
I was in heaven back then
Both feet on the brakes
Still shot through the glass
How much does it take
Just for me to feel it back?
There it went, and there it was
Moments left, out of touch
Guess I'm not as dumb as I was back then
Guess I'm not a runt like I was back then
I know I'm not as fun as I was back then
Always second guessing who I am to them
And what's best I guess I don't really know
And what's left in my head I don't really know
In a trance, open hands, kept my breathing slow
And it's best I guess not to cut it close
Still complain that I'm stopped
Knees all scraped
Climbing out of the spot
That I'm in, and that I've been
I want more, but I'm stuck in bed
I guess I'm not afraid like I was back then
I guess I'm not as bad as I've always been
Now I'm more ashamed of who I was back then
Always second guessing who I am to them
Or more or less you
I just wanna know the truth
Wanna feel the blacktop
Lately I'm no use
Everyone around me
They can feel it too
Never really good for it
Full of I-O-U's
I just wanna live life
I just wanted more time
I was in heaven back then
Both feet on the brakes
Still shot through the glass
How much does it take
Just for me to feel it back?
There it went, and there it was
Moments left, out of touch
Guess I'm not as dumb as I was back then
Guess I'm not a runt like I was back then
I know I'm not as fun as I was back then
Always second guessing who I am to them
And what's best I guess I don't really know
And what's left in my head I don't really know
In a trance, open hands, kept my breathing slow
And it's best I guess not to cut it close
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Writer(s): Mikey Malikowski
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