Backseat

woke up in the backseat
 i'd been bending my knees
 and i can't even feel my feet
 my legs are so goddamn weak
 takes an hour just to walk it off
 takes an hour just to make the thoughts stop
 i'm starting my list today right at the top
 where am i gonna eat, gonna sleep, gonna be?
 how am i gonna eat, gonna sleep, gonna be?
 woke up in the backseat
 i gotta find something to eat
 don't have much more than stale bread on me
 i gotta turn to someone's charity
 call all the people who i thought were my friends
 when no one answers my resolve starts to bend
 i'm getting tired of 'rely' and 'depend'
 those are things that i don't even wanna know
 but i know i can't do this on my own
 went to sleep in the backseat
 hide my head underneath the sheet
 so the policeman doesn't see me
 when he does his nighttime rounds on the streets
 once i spent nearly three months in bed
 now i can't find one place to lay my head
 i don't know if i ever get any rest
 it still feels like there's nowhere to go
 it still feels like there's nowhere to go
 woke up in the backseat
 i'd been bending my knees
 i gotta find something to eat
 make sure the policeman doesn't see me
 woke up in the backseat
 i don't know if i ever get any sleep
 doing my nighttime rounds on the streets
 i lather up, i rinse it out, i repeat
 woke up in the backseat
 take a walk and find somewhere to be
 feeling forsaken and terribly beat
 i go to sleep in the backseat