i'm a frayed backseat soul sleepless nightsnngetting sit on and spit on and tornnnbetween dusk, dawn, and daylight is greylightnnwhere memory's lovelost is bornnnnni'm watching the lines trailing behindnnbeen driving so long i think i lost my mindnnit's lonely and long, this road i pursuennbut i'll be just fine if it leads back to you...nnprincessnnnnsometimes i hide in the darknnbecause i know that i can't win this gamennso look to the leaves in your teacupnnwhile the winter wind whispers my namennnni'm watching your eyes look to the skiesnnit may not mean much but i'm yours 'til i diennfurther from home with each passing daynnthe winter gets colder with each step away...nnprincessn