You're my car crash babyLift me up to where I fall downGet up, no directionGirl, just throw me offI'm sideways, fallingIt's about time I came aroundIt's freezing down southStep in, into the roomShe's got nothing on, she's looking bulletproofTake a few laps around the blockIt's looking like I'm rockin'But I'm only stallingIn first placeIt's my race, I'm not rushingI'm going half pace nowCan you talk to me nicely is what she saysI swear I mean well, but just can never tellTippy toe, treetop, tumblingI'm flying down the hill, I'm not stumblingI don't have any fearI ain't strugglingBut why, how?What was I supposed to do?Thank you.We're gonna get this together.Anything.You're welcome.StorbritanniaStorbritannia
