We fall into the back road
[?]
Wearing out its coarse end I could only dream about
[?] white noise
[?] over me

But constantly, it all seems to [?]
[?] push over me
Don't deserve it
Visions of what could be

[?]
Guess I'm sick of things being the same
Doesn't have to be everyday, never change
Just recycling things I thought were true when I was younger
Now I'm moving on, I should've listened
But the [?] left me blind, I had to change my mind

But constantly, it all seems to [?]
[?] push over me
Don't deserve it
Visions of what could be
[?] push over me
Don't deserve it
Visions of what could be