I let you drive 100 miles per hour
Because I know what it's like
To want to go so fast
You might die.
I wish I was an atheist,
So I could believe if I fell asleep
In your arms tonight,
I might never be revived,
Never have to face the grace
That saved the twisted hopelessness
Of myself.
And as I held you,
I half died knowing
I was half asleep in borrowed arms.
For the rest of the night
I prayed to feel nothing at all.