When England took my mother's youngest son
She demanded him back
She said "Don't make me worry, son
This isn't the time to run
You're always thinking
Until the thinking's done"
[Chorus]
Talking myself down gets so hard
All I know is I don't wanna die in my car
I can't get out of my head
Just like it's always been
He's in the mirror staring back at me
Smiling through his worn down teeth
I tell him "You make me sick
And the bullshit is getting thick"
And sometimes the hardest part
Is just getting on with it
[Chorus]
Talking myself down gets so hard
All I know is I don't wanna die in my car
I can't get out of my head
Just like it's always...
Talking myself down gets so hard
All I know is I don't wanna die in my car
The war inside my head keeps raging
And somehow the world keeps turning
Yeah somehow the world keeps turning
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
