You're talking and I'm spacing out
But I promise you I'm trying listen
I just keep on thinking bout the future and I can't shake these horrible visions
I just wanna love you like you're the only one that I was made to love
But I'm not even sure how to love myself sometimes
I don't know if this love will be enough
For the both of us
I'm sorry it's just one of those days months years weeks lifetimes
The train has been derailed and I can't seem to get it back on track this time
But really I'm fine
Just gotta ride it out
Sometimes I don't quite understand
What I want or who I am
Or whose body I've borrowing for so long
And when it started to feel that way
And I'm driving my car
But I'm not really driving my car
These aren't my hands on the wheel
Not my eyes on the road
And I'm driving my car
But I'm not really driving my car
I'm just a passenger in the driver's seat
Whatever that, seems to mean
And I'm driving my car
But I'm not really driving my car
These aren't my hands on the wheel
These aren't my hands at all