when we were over
i started speeding because i needed the rush

i needed the rush to let me know that i’m alive
and also to let me know that i can go  , at any time.

i knew i needed to slow down
but how could i slow down
when i was running away
from what was

how could i slow down
when all i could see
was his face in my rearview mirror

even though he was haunting my every move

all i could think was

how could i (get him to) love (me) again


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i never slowed down , that’s the thing.
there is no happy endings to this.

but i did come to a complete stop

everyone around me is going 100 kilometres an hour

i’m putting on my brakes

i’m bound to crash,

maybe that’s what it takes