Little hits of dopamine Doomscroll my way down the screen Water, whiskey, weed, caffeine Every want becomes a need Try as I might I can't get the balance right Tumbling down off of the beam Hide at home or make a scene Trying to put the "I" in team Same old tired rhyming schemes Try as I might I can't get the balance right I drive it like it's stolen I drive it like it's stolen They're gonna come to take it back It's gonna fade to black I drive it like it's stolen It's not the feeling when you hold me close It's knowing you could let go It's not the feeling when you hold me close It's knowing you could let go Try as I might I can't get the balance right I drive it like it's stolen I drive it like it's stolen They're gonna come to take it back It's gonna fade to black I drive it like it's stolen I can breathe with the windows down We're gonna run this thing into the ground You and me in our cardboard crowns Laughing like two moonstruck clowns I'm driving it like it's stolen Driving it like it's stolen Drive it like it's stolen