I've been burning my life from both ends It scares the shit out of me, just to get back in it Outside hurts my pride But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial Been asleep on the floor for a week or so Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it A passenger of your life, A stowaway hiding there, in the back your head Six years on the backseat of your car Somewhere on the map i must belong Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes Six years on the backseat of your car Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it Noticed the time, and got sick of it Would something blow my mind? Cause it's your hands on the wheel, and I'm only lying Had a blast for a while, and got tired again Laid down, laid low, taste the irony Outside hurts my pride But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial There must be another way Just lay down the innocence We're not just subway bound Lay down the innocence Six years on the backseat of your car Somewhere on the map I should belong Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes But it's been six years on the backseat of your car Six years on the backseat of your car Six years on the backseat of your car