Maybe this way is how i should be,
closed to the chance there's any possibility,
that way any interest i receive is a surprise,
tired of loving a girl who is just loving other guys,
i still can't read the name, i'm in luck,
that you haven't called me, even if it sucks,
i gave two fucks and ended up caring,
cause with you i'm always sharing,
if only there were a girl even half like you here,
i'd be able to put you in my rear
view mirror, it's clearer cause it's assumed nearer,
when in the side mirror blast music so you don't hear her,
push the petal down til your toes,
turn white at the knuckles like snow,
keep on going and if she catches up,
only then can you be sure it's love.