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