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Lyrics

[Verse 1] It was so cold in the top room But I didn't wanna risk waking you So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers With everything I burn, the dull ache, it lingers And I don't know if I'll be able to complete What other people do each day without noticing And I don't know if I'll be able to compete With the way I feel these days about almost everything [Pre-Chorus] One bad week for a life of breathing A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping I wanna feel it now Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out [Chorus] I am someone in your passenger's seat I'm your punching bag I will let you kick the shit outta me And I'll hold your hand I'll be whatever you tell me to be And I'll understand [Verse 2] Breathing out cold air in my own house And wondering why I could not afford a solution to that by now And I'm sure everything seems romantic In reality, it's uncomfortable to deal with Falling asleep every other afternoon To the sound of being alone and having nothing to do And I'm sure moving in straight away made you feel safe But it probably wasn't great for my mental state [Pre-Chorus] And one bad week for a life of breathing A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping Wanna feel it now Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out [Chorus] I am someone in your passenger's seat I'm your punching bag I will let you kick the shit outta me While I hold your hand I'll be whatever you tell me to be And I'll understand [Bridge] If I can't see A future for you without evil A future for me without you will Only make it better So I start hoping Then I stop smoking Because the ducks are in a row and This is my best chance to get my shit together [Verse 3] When I turned twenty-five, I was terrified Still haven't learnt to do the dishes My mum was my age when I became alive So I stopped hoping and I quit smoking Because the writing's on the wall And it's been there for a while And it sure is nice to remember things, yeah [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I am someone in your passenger's seat I'm your punching bag I'll let you kick the living shit outta me And I'll hold your hand I am whatever you tell me to be And I understand