Designated Driver

I'm your designated driver but what happens
When I forget to look and cause accidents?
My knuckles are white, grip the steering wheel
Trying to listen to how you feel

Closer to me than to anyone
The passenger seat's so guilty of blind trust

I want to hold onto everything
But my god, now who has the energy?
You put your trust in a daydream
'Cause you love this dying part of me
Part of me, this part of me
Oh, you love this dying part of me

I swear to God, I'm tryin' not to ruin our plans
I made myself a martyr with the holes in my hands
And the ringing in my ears keeps me up like a regret
And you heard my songs, so don't act like it's a secret

But I don't know what I'm feeling
When the highs make me dizzy

I want to hold onto everything
But my God, now who has the energy?
You put your trust in a daydream
'Cause you love this dying part of me
Part of me, this part of me
Oh, you love this dying part of me

And I don't know what I'm feeling
When the highs make me dizzy
While you hold your patience
I will only waste it, waste it, waste it

I want to hold onto everything
But my God, now who has the energy?
You put your trust in a daydream
'Cause you love this dying part of me
This part of me, this part of me
Oh, you love this dying part of me

This part of me, this part of me
Oh, you love this dying part of me