I’ve been running on empty

All my jogging turned into a sprint

I’ve been preaching to everybody

“I know you’re ready for it”

But I’m not ready yet

I play the part

Meanwhile, I’m always crying in the backseat, Betty

I’m always crying in the backseat even though they all sing along

I’m always crying in the backseat, Betty

Oh, am I really running

Or am I just complaining?

Thought I was flying, but I guess I’m hydroplaning

One sip and then I slip into nothing

Into a discord or a discussion

This shameful secret “something” is the depth of this dysfunction

Cause I’m a drag

I’m not the fun -

One set a night is the exception

I’m too much

I’m too heavy for anyone that’s met me

I gotta be the mom at the fire

A preacher longing to join the choir

Your favorite angel on high is a liar

I’m a liar

I play the part

Meanwhile, I’m always crying in the backseat, Betty

I’m always crying in the backseat even though they all sing along

I’m always crying in the backseat, Betty

I’m always crying