Where Do I Go

Im sitting in the driver's seat, hands on the wheel but I don't know where I'm going

I'm wasting all this borrowed time, cause I've got none left in my pocket

Always moving on falutlines, it's easier to break a heart that's already broken, that's already, broken

I'm waiting for someone to save me, cause I got no one but the voices in my head. Going toe to toe till I hit the floor. Cause I can't pick up myself no more

Where do I go

Where do I go from here

Working a dead end job, just to I can keep the lights on in my head

I don't know what I'm doin here. I'm 22 with so much left to prove

Overfilled, underloved, overwhelmed and under touched, so much left unsaid. Left unsaid, so much left unsaid