Break down
In the backseat of a cab
Four of us
Me in the middle
You all are focused on me
In the middle
The middle of all this mess
The mess I’ve created
With a love that doesn’t exist
With a failed relationship at my side
With depression supporting me close by
With trauma rooting me into the middle
The middle of the mess,
I became the point of attraction.
In the backseat of our cab, I was a mess
You held my hand, barely
but you sorta not really tried.
You’re counting the stop signs
Holy **** we are still in the ******* cab
Still a mess
Still in the middle
Still a ******* mess in the backseat of a cab
And I’m trying to tell you I’m done
This is goodbye
To your mess
To our mess
To the mess we’ve created while
Destroying one another
Pushing one another
Not loving one another
This is our mess in the backseat of the cab