Nauseous

Too much sun on my back
Lean forward in the seat so I don’t feel it
I don’t know why I make the same mistakes even after a hundred times

It gets hard to think about the times I only thought about a person
(A person) besides myself (oh besides myself)
And only end up hurting or feeling unworthy

Take the gas, I’ll take the wheel
Makes me nauseous but it’s still a thrill
Hair and windows down
No one else we know for miles and miles around

I try not to think about the parts of me you just shut out
Ignore them, ignore them
I try not to think about the parts that have all faded out
I try to be myself but I don’t always know how

Too much sun on my back
Lean forward in the seat so I don’t feel it