Backseat Driver

D Em Bm D I still get lost walking down my street in the night Em Bm D I don't want to speak to you Em Bm Though my tongue loves your name D Em Bm But these days it all sounds the same D Em Bm 2x D Em Bm I'm not good I'm not even close D Em Bm D Can't compute without my daily dose of you Em Bm Your bruised knuckles and arms D Em Bm I can't explain why I think so much A G And every morning I feel a warning Bm A That this isn't where I should be A G My hands are stained with the colour of your name Bm Em And I'm sick of getting swept off my feet D Em Bm 2x D Em Bm Cut me down get so riled up D Em Bm Tie me down so when I get up D Em Bm I don't have to see where I'm going all the time D Em Bm But sometimes it's nice not to be so blind A G And every morning I feel a warning Bm A That this isn't where I should be A G My hands are stained with the colour of your name Bm A And I'm sick of getting swept off my feet Bm G D A/E But I don't mind you're only a part time dead weight Bm G D A/E Listening out to whatever you yell from the backseat Bm G D A/E And I know that you'll never admit to me Bm G D A/E Bm G But I don't mind if you still walk me down my street in the night D A/E Bm You're only a part time dead weight G A/E And I'm still afraid of my heartbeat Bm G D A/E Bm