In the backseat of my heart My love tells me I'm a mess I couldn't get the car to start I left my keys somewhere in the mess It comes and goes in plateaus One month later, I'm a fucking pro My

I’m so sick of (fill in the blank) Accomplish more, accomplish nothing If I were split in two I would just take my fists So I could beat up the rest of me You have no right to be depressed Yo

And half the time I want to go home And half the time I want to go home For the past year I’ve been living in a town That gets a lot of tourists in the summer months They come and they stay fo