racecar

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?

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 9-5, 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 'cause 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

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?

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 fuck, I really hope that this it

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"

But I've heard it all before, this story sucks

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 fuck, I really hope that this it