Sitting in the backseat of your car,
Oh how appropriate this is: another meaning given to my seating
Ill never know how to describe the feeling
Of when the wind blows, and when it gets cold,
And when I hate the song thats on your radio
But still Ill sit here wishing I was somewhere, anywhere but right here, right now

If its up to me Id let you see all that wed be in time
Ok with alone, all right on my own
Still Im left questioning

Are you the best thing for me?
Or is this just another mistake?
Im biding my time, Im biding my time
Ill be the best one, youll see
Another chance to find your escape
Im doing just fine, Im doing just fine

Sitting on the runway late at night,
Ill awake to the morning light. I shouldnt be here filling in this seat here
When somewhere else there is an empty heart, dear.
But when the ground falls, and when the sky calls,
And when I feel so sick I just cant feel at all
Its then I know that this is for the best, that anything goes from here on out

If its up to me Id let you see all that wed be in time
Ok with alone, all right on my own
Still Im left questioning

Are you the best thing for me?
Or is this just another mistake?
Im biding my time, Im biding my time
Ill be the best one, youll see
Another chance to find your escape
Im doing just fine, Im doing just fine

So much for the notes and the love songs
They speak into thin air tonight
Do you even care tonight?
Sing along to notes of the love songs
Dont speak; this is just us tonight
Dont even breathe tonight
So much for the notes and the love songs
They speak into thin air tonight
Do you even care tonight?
Sing along to notes of the love songs
Dont speak; this is just us tonight
Dont even breathe tonight

Are you the best thing for me?
Or is this just another mistake?
Im biding my time, Im biding my time
Ill be the best one, youll see
Another chance to find your escape
Im doing just fine, Im doing just fine