Carsick (Early Years Version)

Got no one left to talk to

Everything just slips through

In the waiting room for the old too soon

I never wanna be found



I know you don't know but for how long can this go on



in the front seat on a dead street

where lonely people go to meet

and when I'm done and I come home

are you still waiting by the phone?



what day hides and stresses by

bubbles up at night time

get off the phone let yourself go

don't waste no time on me



let me down on my knees again, go on

cause no one says



I really care for you

I need to spare you



in the front seat on a dead street

in the back row of a late show

in concentrated darkness it dissolves

the only part I did enjoy



are you there at all

and if so do you care at all

I lost so much of you



I know you're out there

the driver's not aware

I open my mouth I spit it out