You always drove
I think you liked the control
I never mind
I liked your hand on my thigh
Concede in your plan
What's it like being a man?
You're pulling the thread
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Now I hate to drive
Not that convinced I'm alive
Fog up the glass
Don't even care if I crash
Missed all the signs
So much we're leaving unsaid
Blurring the lines
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Kinda hope you get towed this weekend
And a parking ticket for no reason
Should of never let you drive this fast
You left me stranded with an empty tank of gas
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Jenna Brook - Carsick Lyrics
Jenna Brook - Carsick Lyrics
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You always drove
I think you liked the control
I never mind
I liked your hand on my thigh
Concede in your plan
What's it like being a man?
You're pulling the thread
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Now I hate to drive
Not that convinced I'm alive
Fog up the glass
Don't even care if I crash
Missed all the signs
So much we're leaving unsaid
Blurring the lines
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Kinda hope you get towed this weekend
And a parking ticket for no reason
Should of never let you drive this fast
You left me stranded with an empty tank of gas
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I think you liked the control
I never mind
I liked your hand on my thigh
Concede in your plan
What's it like being a man?
You're pulling the thread
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Now I hate to drive
Not that convinced I'm alive
Fog up the glass
Don't even care if I crash
Missed all the signs
So much we're leaving unsaid
Blurring the lines
Or is it all in my head?
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Kinda hope you get towed this weekend
And a parking ticket for no reason
Should of never let you drive this fast
You left me stranded with an empty tank of gas
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
I'm getting carsick
Twist the knife inside my stomach
Writer: Jenna Behrens, Andrew Stewart
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