I feel as if I'm moving too fast for you,
Perhaps if I could reach the switch to make my brain stop thinking these thoughts of reckless abandon.
I miss you so much, but I'm too fast.
Like a blur in a car, you can't touch me without being hurt
I'm thinking about so much, when I'm around you, it slows
The war in my mind comes to an immediate ceasefire.
I'm sorry The Grey is too fast, dragging me along with it...