I’m your passenger
The seatbelt’s frayed
You took me for a ride
A guilty conscience wage
Your talk is small
Just like your dead heart beat
You want to make more moments
While I’m still breathing
I’m in good company
When I’m with the crazies
As you reach in the backseat
For whiskey and a daisy
We’re moving so fast
And I don’t belong here
But the music turns me on
Speed is beauty switching gears
Now we spiral into madness
The tires glide off the ground
I’m sure I’m ready to die like this
Just not with you around