Designated Driver

I'm your designated driver but what happens When I forget to look and cause accidents my knuckles are white Grip the steering wheel trying to listen to how you feel closer to me than anyone a passenger seat so guilty of blind trust I want to hold onto everything but my god, now who has the energy? you put your trust in a daydream cause you love this dying part of me I swear to god I'm trying Not to ruin our plans I made myself a martyr with the holes in my hands and the ringing in my ears keeps me up like a regret you've heard my songs so don't act like it's a secret Cause I don't know what I'm feeling when the highs make me dizzy I don't know what I'm feeling When the highs make me dizzy you hold your patience I'll only waste it