I’m a backseat driver in the backseat bumming around
I’m a thread-bare sweater that you still will not throw out
I’m the cold and crumbling crumbs at the bottom of the toaster
I am a poster for a concert that's over
I am something that you should throw out

I’m the iron in the water that makes you spit it out
Staying thirsty until you get back to your house
I’m the clutter in the corner that when friends come over
You apologize for
I’m the bad lighting in the bathroom
I’ll show you everything
Whether you wanted to see it or not
I am something that you should shut off

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Where do the days go?
I’m sure you know we were raised as mannequins
I’m trying to move though
I don’t want to hold my ground anymore
So we’re in the same boat
And I’m so sick of arguing
And I'm sick of the shit show
And where do the days go?

Ten pound bag of worms delivered to my doorstep
There’s plastic wrap to keep them trapped
I’ll make a habit out of loneliness
Order my friends on the internet
And if they get germs I’ll take them worms to the vet

And I know it all bleeds into one big thing
And I know the feeling
And I know we’re scared of the same things
But that doesn’t mean I want to talk about any of them
So I’ll nod my head for a minute or ten
And then it’ll be my turn and you’ll nod yours

[Chorus]

Before you go, you should know
I’m ready to be closer to anything
Please come over, stay much longer
I’ll make dinner, breakfast and everything
We could start it all over
Well I guess if you say so
I know I’ll frickin' make a mistake though
I’ll be left thinking where did the days go