Backseat (Cover) Nocturnal version

Riding with that smile that stole my space You preach forever while you vanish place You keep receipts like trophies in your hand You made a show, boy, I saw through the plan You leaned on lies, loud as a parade I felt the thunder of every promise made You make me sick You make me sick You sold my name for clout and cheap thrill Played both sides, kept cameras on the kill You left a stain like rust on brand new chrome I drove away and left you on your own You leaned on lies, loud as a parade I felt the thunder of every promise made You make me sick You make me sick Poetic bridge: I watched your mirror worship the mask you made I fed the flame; the spotlight swallowed your parade Outro (chant): You’re just the backseat.