Tired of chasing my dreams

They're always twisting

I always scream

To follow down the strangest roads

In back seats indoors.

I will love what you want me to love

I will bleed when you want me to bleed

But I don't want to know too much of anything

Because it all hurts me.

Come on, don't push me down that road.

I'm always twisting, always sold

To follow, all made up how you'd like

I'm back seats, indoors.