Texty:
Marble Spinning Around

A backseat driver, is that all I'll ever be? Or can I just stand around and wait until the wheel gets shoved at me? I keep thinking about what goes through

This is too confusing What do you want me to do? Stop with one mistake, only to make a bigger one with you? A silent ring is gaining on me while I'm stopped

Seems like all this time's been wasted not picturing what happens in so long And I never think ahead too far, too long, 'cause what if I'm wrong? You'

's nothing like the feeling of hitting a 2 million jackpot And hesshin' boy would always take the ransom back up to the "O" And if you weren't coughing, head spinning

On the couch, barely staying awake, feeling something eating away at you Just sitting wasting time because it seems there's never anything else to do