Breaking At Dead-Ends

Please stop this car and let me get out,
Cause I don't like the looks of where you're headed,
You're telling me that you know the way by heart,
But I can't say I've ever seen you so lost,

Are you happy with all that you've been handed?
And are you tired of living life alone?
Will you ever stop taking life for granted?
Or will these dead-ended, one-way streets be your home?

You turn the music up so that you can hide,
Yourself from the things you don't want to see,
You went so fast while life passed you by,
And now you're breaking at dead-ends,