Here, in a rented room, I
Probably assume too quick and speak too soon
Veiled, with open ended answers, so
No one can decipher how it's been this year
Cause nobody can tell me what I want to hear
Steer, drowning in the front seat
Coming up to breathe between the lines I read
Clutch all my favorite memories
Buried in the back rooms of my yesteryear
Where nobody can tell me what I want to hear
I can't even tell you what I want to
Here, I brace for it
Oh it's like I wanted this
Like a gate that can't be breached
The bottom step that I can't see
Oh it's like, I'm made for it
In my feels, a silhouette
I can't steer, away from it
I can't steer
Still nobody can tell me what I want to hear
Dreamt, I was picking up and finding some new town
Built a new life under someone else's name I found
West, on some abandoned timeline there
Where I drive until everything lost reappears
And I dreamed that I asked
Can we ever go back?
But your words weren't clear
Now nobody can tell me what I want to hear
Here, I brace for it
Oh it's like I wanted this
Like a gate that can't be breached
I think I lost my fucking keys
Oh it's like, I'm made for it
In my feels, your silhouette, afraid it
I can't steer, away from it
I can't steer
And I picture us in a thawing car
Watch snow land on the hood
Where headlights turn the snow to stars
When I felt understood
Thought I always would
Oh it's like, I'm made for it
In my feels, a silhouette
Always hear the irony
Too contrite, for autonomy
I can't steer, away from it
I can't steer