Seems like the little things are slowly bringing you down
Pushing past your limits, I can see you reaching meltdown
How'd you flip into a habit of aching for anybody's praise
Why'd you want to take it on and hear what a stranger has to say
Put them back in the backseat
Your dues have long been paid
Too many times, too many times, too many times
Put them back in the backseat
Your dues have long been paid
Too many times, too many times, too many times
Put them back in the backseat
Your dues have long been paid
Too many times, too many times, too many times
Put them back in the backseat
Your dues have long been paid
Too many times, too many times, too many times