Looking through the window,
And glaring at the stars
It feels like I'm glued
To the backseat of my car.
I wish I could reach that high,
I wish I could jump that far,
For everything seems to pass by me
While sitting at the backseat of my car.
I wish I could get down,
Stroll down the streets so dark,
Because I feel trapped in these four doors,
Right here in the backseat of this car.
Oh, I wouldn't, if this were a Ferrari,
I'd relax in there with a cup o' coffee and guitar,
Or even the latest Mercedes would do
Things that are dreamt by my car.
Oh I always wanted to go
To the places that father said were so far
Far more expensive, said he
So I had to remain in the backseat of his car.
I had to fight with him, you know
I'd even created a war
But father won all the time
And glued me back to the seat of this car.
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(A/N: Hey lovely! :) Thanks for reading, vote and comment!
This is... well, a little something I came up when I was bored AF... at the backseat of dad's car! XD Lots of Love. XOXO)
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