This isn't where I want to be

Your friend's car, the old East

Cause these things just end the same

Pull the seat back, and all I heard was rain

As it beat down on the hood

You said that this night could get good

Just because it can, doesn't mean it should

It doesn't mean it should

You made me sick on the drive home

The slow route, and toll roads

You make it clear I'm not alone

I'm not alone

So I lay down for comfort

Spoke small words and numbers

I counted every single second we were here

And then you whispered in my ear:

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know"

"Why so unsure?"

"Collider"

You made me sick on the drive home

The slow route, and toll roads

You make it clear I'm not alone

But all I want to know is who you think you are, is this who you want to be?

Because you thought you found a coward when you put your hands on me

To hell with you and yours

I don't need you any more

I don't need you any more

To hell with you and yours

You made me sick on the drive home

The slow route, and toll roads

You make it clear I'm not alone

But all I want to know is who you think you are, is this who you want to be?

Because you thought you found a coward when you put your hands on me