Backseat
I was so far away from all of them until you came,
you blasted me back with everyone else sitting back there
You basked in my glory as I was sitting there holding back my tears
You got all the spotlight that should've been mine,
but all I felt was torment and pain
I was second-place, second-best, I wasn't you, you weren't me
It was my territory you were on, yet why had I felt so home-sick?
All this time, I was too afraid of you,
Felt too threatened, but were you really that good?
I was afraid of the competition that I wish I had gone up against instead of sitting in the backseat.
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