Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

There is someone in the attic Building a strange machine Never really seen him But I think he works all day Blinded by the world outside I stay inside Hardly know my name But it's getting better by time I saw something in the mirror

They're coming for me Running from the madhouse, they won't take me back Got the medicines to give me what I need Yes I'm burning up but music is my drug Doesn't matter if I shout or if I scream Men in white coats, coats, getting so close, close I feel a

I'm the generator Firing whenever you quit Yeah, whatever it is You go out and it's on Yeah can't you hear my motored heart You're the one that started it Lately I'm getting better Wish I could stay sick with you But there's too many egos left to bruise

You can be the prey in your masquerade Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight I fed your source of revenue But now, it means

In the morning I'll be better Sing it again Happens all the time I think I lost my mind Don't worry about me But don't worry about me Things are only getting better I don't set alarms

I'm getting so much money these days It's hard to figure out who love me for me Tryna balance out everything I'm getting sabotaged every way You don't want to but you gotta change It's gon' hurt you tryna stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

Can't help it I relive it, I relive it, oh Even if I'm peddling alone I know the winter's getting colder But why, just 'cause we're a little older do I relive it, I relive it Oh, I'm peddling backwards Oh my, my, my, my This is the winter of our youth