Let's take the backstreet, though View from the backseat, whoa Mexico next week, go Don't call just text me, no Please don't forget me, no Please baby let me, go I don't regret it, though You never get me, wrong Wasted but happy, though Train station trapped me, oh Music kidnapped me, whoa I'm back in the taxi, now I tried to escape this maze I tried to displace this haze I tried to dissolve this taste When will the tapes be erased? Let's take the backstreet though View from the backseat, whoa I don't regret it, though You never get me, wrong