Backseat

Toby's tired of watching the leaves fall Envious of the ability to transform He shuts his eyes and leans against the back wall Toby's tired of the same skin he's warn Toby's tired of childhood photos Memory lane is more like a tightrope With each step he feels like he could choke Toby's tired of a life someone else wrote Oh Always waiting in the backseat of your life Losing patience in the backseat of your life Drive through wasted time Toby's tired of magazines and posters Hung up high is no one he feels close to He tears them down, emotions fall like boulders Toby's tired of feeling like a monster Oh Always waiting in the backseat of your life Losing patience in the backseat of your life Drive through wasted time (What a waste, what a waste) In the backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste) Wasted time (What a waste, what a waste) Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste) Drive through wasted time (What a waste, what a waste) Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste) Living on borrowed time (What a waste, what a waste) (What a waste, what a waste) (What a waste, what a waste)