Every morning I wake up, I’m dealing with a different personnThere’s not a day feels the same as the last round herenAnd living out of my pocket, I never thought you’d grasp the conceptnYou got it in to your head there was no other way…nnPush all your windows open widenYou’ll never know the world from insidenIt could all be over and you’d never have knownnnHELL! I just want to be happy, but never thought I’d leave that life behindnAnd at the end of the day, you were only ever a friendnAnd so when you’re on your way out, when all of this is coming to an endnwhen the curtains have closed: won’t you think of me then?nnPush all your windows open widenYou’ll never know the world from insidenIt could all be over and you’d never have knownnnLife in the backseat hurts, when you’re strapped in and you just want to learnnAll you can do is sit back and get through x2