Potholes, I'm swerving in and out,
Botched lips, hooked on tripping n' falling,
Taught ya', that you're perfectly alright,
The way that you are.

Stop the sound of unsatisfaction.

Passenger seat, I know that it's you,
Asking her again, "Talk to me again, dear."
Massacred eyes, the confusion doesn't scare me,
Cause you're the best that I've got.

Stop the sound of unsatisfaction.

Unwell boy, went to the acute again,
Sell everything, this stress will be undone,
Now yell, I won't watch myself fall,
so I will hold onto you.