Backseat Driving

Sometimes I find myself thinking one day you'll be sorry, sorry

Truth is that you've not felt sorry ever in your life, your life

And your brakes kept stalling, but I coulda called it

When you drove me back to your house

And the things that belong to her fall out of the passenger door

And onto the ground

Yeah, you were backseat driving

One hand on the wheel the other on my thigh, yeah

How was I so naive to think that you weren't lying?

Thought I'm the only one, I thought you were all mine

I told you what I had found, you said, "It's not what it looks like"

(I swear, it's not what it looks like)

Did you not expect her to be waiting when you got home?

You thought we'd be alone

'Cause his brakes kept stalling, but I shoulda called it

When he drove me back to his house

And the things that belong to her fall out of his passenger door

And he looks down

Yeah, you were backseat driving

One hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh, yeah

How was I so naive to think that you weren't lying?

Thought I'm the only one, I thought you were all mine

Yeah, you were backseat driving

One hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh, yeah

How was I so naive to think that you weren't lying?

Thought I'm the only one, I thought you were all mine

Yeah, you were backseat driving

The other on my thigh and (Yeah, yeah)

You were lying

I thought you were all mine