Toby's tired of watching the leaves fall
Envious of the ability to transform
He shuts his eyes and leans against the back wall
Toby's tired of the same skin he's warn
Toby's tired of childhood photos
Memory lane is more like a tightrope
With each step he feels like he could choke
Toby's tired of a life someone else wrote
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
Toby's tired of magazines and posters
Hung up high is no one he feels close to
He tears them down, emotions fall like boulders
Toby's tired of feeling like a monster
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
(What a waste, what a waste)
In the backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Drive through wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Living on borrowed time (What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
Batstone - Backseat Lyrics
Batstone - Backseat Lyrics
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Toby's tired of watching the leaves fall
Envious of the ability to transform
He shuts his eyes and leans against the back wall
Toby's tired of the same skin he's warn
Toby's tired of childhood photos
Memory lane is more like a tightrope
With each step he feels like he could choke
Toby's tired of a life someone else wrote
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
Toby's tired of magazines and posters
Hung up high is no one he feels close to
He tears them down, emotions fall like boulders
Toby's tired of feeling like a monster
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
(What a waste, what a waste)
In the backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Drive through wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Living on borrowed time (What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
Envious of the ability to transform
He shuts his eyes and leans against the back wall
Toby's tired of the same skin he's warn
Toby's tired of childhood photos
Memory lane is more like a tightrope
With each step he feels like he could choke
Toby's tired of a life someone else wrote
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
Toby's tired of magazines and posters
Hung up high is no one he feels close to
He tears them down, emotions fall like boulders
Toby's tired of feeling like a monster
Oh
Always waiting in the backseat of your life
Losing patience in the backseat of your life
Drive through wasted time
(What a waste, what a waste)
In the backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Drive through wasted time (What a waste, what a waste)
Backseat of your life (What a waste, what a waste)
Living on borrowed time (What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
(What a waste, what a waste)
Writer: Popz Grieve
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid