I wish I had a race car
To pick up on my pace are
You sick of fucking waiting for
Me to grow up and change
Cause I'm always staying up late
Sneaking in the back gate
All my friends so sick of telling me to call it quits
They say the grass is always greener but then then how I would I know?
I got a thousand voices in my head
But I'm still alone
I said I'm sorry I'm a downer, tell me more 'bout yourself
Like your 9 to 5, your suit and tie
Your picket fence, and apple pie
I don't wanna do this anymore then I have too
Dinner party, gin, barcardi, tell me what's new with you?
I'm sorry, but I seem to have misplaced what I gotta prove
My smile a front, a target on my back
I wish I had a race car
To pick up on my pace are
You sick of fucking waiting for
Me to grow up and change
Cause I'm always staying up late
Sneaking in the back gate
All my friends so sick of telling me to call it quits
They say the journey's always better on a yellow brick road
But my mind is running circles while my corpse's stuck at home
I said I'm sorry I'm dramatic, tell me more 'bout your job
Like your shitty boss, your quirky socks
Your uncles yacht and crypto stocks
I'm fed up cus I know you got no faith in me
So fuck off, with your bullshit apology
I need more then your pretty little life
With your trouble and strife, I know you're all dead inside so
So I keep it on the back burn
Hope one day it's my turn
I gave it all so I fuck I really hope that this it
I wish I had a race car
To pick up on my pace are
You sick of fucking waiting for
Me to grow up and change
Cause I'm always staying up late
Sneaking in the back gate
All my friends so sick of telling me to
Call it quits
But It's better being different
Than wishing all your time spent
On chasing something that you never ever wanna be
So I keep it on the back burn
Hope one day it's my turn
I gave it all so I fuck I really hope that this it