Backseat

I’m here on my own
Admiring you with your new man
Watching him take over the driver’s seat
And the place where I used to be
You’re all cosy and warm
In the front two seats
I think the heater is messed up back here
Because I’m feeling a chill growing
How can I tend to my scraped knees
With this kind of temperature?
Maybe you can’t hear me scream
For some warmth as I tend to my wound
I’m dying back here
But you seem to be unable to hear me
Due to this screen in between us probably
But it’s okay
He’s in control
He has you in the passenger seat
Whilst I’m in the back
Through the rear view mirror
He keeps an eye on me
With a smirk to make sure
That I’m still trailing behind you both
Unable to reach you
You won’t look back
You won’t look back to your past
Your eyes fixed on the road ahead
But I see you
Sneak a peek through the side mirror
When he’s not looking
You’re looking at what could have been
If you were in the back with me
But it’s too late now
Your doubts have been defeated
I’ve been defeated
The doors are locked
So there’s no changing seats
You’ve chosen who you wanted to sit with
For the journey ahead
And I’m here
Sitting on this seat
I’ve locked everyone out
So I’m on my own
Travelling in the back