bucket seat throne (feat. John Charles Boyanton, Jr)

It's you and me here again my old friend We meet here at the corner off of destiny's dead end And if you want to find me I'll be sitting in my car In a parking lot off church street Not getting very far Taking pity in myself And all of the delays Of hard work I put off for another non-existent day I find myself next to you whenever things go awry Please make it to the chorus before I spit out the next lie Please Hold my hand I am scared Of the road I paved ahead I need new tires This dumpster fire act is getting a little old As I sit here and contemplate on my bucket seat throne Knowing exactly why it's you and me here tonight alone I'm done with the excuses that I've made up in my head And I'm done with hitting 4AM before I hit the bed There's got to be a better way of taking it all in Or maybe one that's faster I'm always looking for a win I know you and you know me and it's pretty damn well known We are both riding off in the sunset on my bucket seat throne Please Hold my hand I am scared Of the road I paved ahead I need new tires This dumpster fire act is getting a little old Most stories seem to have a positive to teach us in the end But I haven't turned my act around since god knows when So here's to hoping that my habits oh they can change And all my little ticks that I will try to rearrange If you see me, please forgive me if I act a little strange This whole concept is foreign so I'm just trying to ease the pain Please Hold my hand I am scared Of the road I paved ahead I need new tires This dumpster fire act is getting a little old