Backseat

When I'm sitting in the back seat
I be staring at the window, looking for a signal
Wishing life was simple, 'cause no one understands me

I be living in my head
Feel like my spirit is dead
I'm just tryna get ahead

Anxiety has me feeling like I don't be long
So I sit and write these songs
There's nobody I can call
This all has me feeling so

I can't even lie and pretend
I feel like I'm on the edge, I want my torment to end
I locked all issues out, but they just keep barging' in
I fell so many fucking times
I can't get up again

Devil keeps playing games, think I'm letting him win
I wake up everyday battling the pain I'm against
I feel alone, this is how my whole life has been
They see me as a percentage, or a flex to they friends

It fucked up, fuck love 'cause I don't wanna hear about it
I don't even drink but get a bottle I'ma down it
Even in an empty room
I'm feeling like it's hella crowded
Cuz my demons steady creeping in and leaving me surrounded

I just wanna walk away
And I swear I got a lot to say
Maybe I should pray
God find me, 'cause I'm lost
These are always in my thoughts (my thoughts)

When I'm sitting in the back seat
I be staring at the window, looking for a signal
Wishing life was simple, 'cause no one understands me

I be living in my head
Feel like my spirit is dead
I'm just tryna get ahead

Anxiety has me feeling like I don't belong
So I sit and write these songs
There's nobody I can call
This all has me (this all has me)
(shit got me fucked up, for real)

Sometimes I like to go for a ride
And play the music loud just so I can quiet my mind
My thoughts trickle in
The voices keep feeding me lies
I push them aside
I run, but they gonna always arrive

I need-a run run, needed someone
But I never did find love
'Cause I feel like it don't exist

And that's my ex fault
And that's my fault to
Cuz I should've ran
But I took her back again

But it's okay, I'll take blame for it
And I know that karmas real, and she gon' pay for it
And she promised a better future, and I stayed for it
Now my heart is cold and walled off
'Cause there's no place for it

So I'm about to move on
I would rather be alone
Trauma that I carry from a broken home
Got me hit hitting different lows
Tryna stay under control
But my thoughts?
They just tend to roam (they tend to roam)

When I'm sitting in the back seat
I be staring at the window, looking for a signal
Wishing life was simple, 'cause no one understands me

I be living in my head
Feel like my spirit is dead
I'm just tryna get ahead

Anxiety has me feeling like I don't belong
So I sit and write these songs
There's nobody I can call
This all has me (this all has me, yeah)