I said talk about love My heart raced fast I turned my brain off But you were in your fancy car You texted you were going fast With wheels on asphalt
I said show me how you rev your engines Pick me up Drive through my city Drive through the dark My heart raced fast I turned my brain all off And We were in your fancy car You said you want to go **** fast Music on Your favorite song Ninety one Going all night long Drive until the dawn of morning star We can go to the snooker bar It’s all home wherever we go wherever we are No such thing as going too far
But I said I want to talk And you’re going too **** fast Wheels on asphalt You forget that I’m here Wheels on asphalt I shout but you don’t hear Drive me off, let me go But it’s getting crystal clear You like showing off Your money and your white car
I just wanted to talk about love But you can’t have enough Of your fancy car Going all so fast So I just turn my brain all off Wheels on asphalt
Driving 90 miles down the highway at 3am on a Tuesday Night Hair flying in the backseat radio blasting at 30 the future is bleak And the past is dreary 18 years old almost on the edge of 19 Emotions seem unbearable and other times weak Nothing is ever alright I just sit in my room and imagine myself grown over night I cant pretend the future isn’t scary id be lying if I said that I act a 1000 years my age no one understands that I don’t know my purpose The search might take my lifetime What happens when the lights go out ? Am I in heaven ? Am I alright ? To say I have worries is way over my head, anxiety creeps in while I’m laying in bed Is it wrong to think I’m meant for more than this life ? Think positive think positive I’m trying cant you see ! The more I think positive the more unfortunate I believe
All there is, the heat - encased in a fireplace or a furnace.
Smoldering, the ashes never filter through these windless lungs, instead of oxygen the flame kindles on anxiety.
Life is going splendidly - no hiccups - Breathing is easy but all that rushes in is the flagrant blossom of ragged thoughts, all the possibilities for how helpless the wind is when it's always being knocked out.
I started a new job, I started driving, and there's a girl of course that I like too much. There wouldn't be much of a story if there wasn't the drama of a boy likes girl, right? Everything can and is going smoothly, but when I am home I feel like it's all falling apart.
I’m rolling My life is like film It keeps flashing My eyes before me See what’s headed after me I’ve gotten here through love I’ve been held back here by jealousy I’m rolling on the ground My life is like film My raw image is hated I’ve been double exposed The light just isn’t getting it right Dash cam is sending out live I’m a flip show for everyone alive My steering column is looking fuzzy 10 feet ahead of me I can live through memories Swerve the wheel I’m rolling My life is like film Shut in a dark room Then seeing the light of day Through a screen-shot • Breathe, Stop steering Cruise, control your feelings You don’t need to cry for me