No one likes an angry girl, no one likes a liar No one likes a conversation walking on a wire I don't know how we got here, next thing I know Told a version of the truth and it got out of control Ah, ah, ah
Guilt is like a bad apple, rotten to the core I couldn't even tell you what the hell I even said that for I don't know how we got here, next thing I know I was disassociating and it got out of control
Shut up backseat driver, this has gone too far You've taken up enough space, now get out of my car 'Cause there is only one way that this is gonna go Ninety miles an hour, flying straight into the wall
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la I, I wouldn't trust me either La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la I, I wouldn't trust me either
Guess I get scared of losing your affection Every time And something turns me in the wrong direction Could you still love me, if you knew what's on my mind?
I say "Shut up, backseat driver, " this has gone too far You've taken up enough space, now get out of my car I don't wanna do this, the only way I know Lying through my teeth and driving straight into the wall
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la I, I wouldn't trust me either La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la I, I wouldn't trust me either
I don't know how we got here, next thing I know Told a version of the truth and it got out of control I don't know how we got here, next thing I know Told a version of the truth and I wouldn't trust me either
Compositores: Lauren Aquilina, Orla Gartland & Tom Stafford