If I had a fast car, I would drive away. I would manuver all the s-bends in the road, and I would floor the gas pedal along the highways. I'd like to feel the roar of a lamborghini beneath me, or the feel of a Harley between my legs. I would run.
It's not like i'm afraid of telling you the truth. No, that's not it. I know you can handle the truth. It's that I don't trust myself around you when you know the truth
It scares me, so strange part of me is frightened by you knowing
All the indepth stuff about myself. Have you ever thought someone
so trusting could be so protective of herself
I know it sounds crazy, trust me, I see crazy all the time
Maybe I am crazy, i've wondered it for many years by now
But I can't be, I'd be hospitalized.
But I know you'd never betray me, so why
Why am I so scared that you're going to let me fall
let me shatter in a million pieces. Why am I running from you?
It's because the roads more travelled seem a hell of a lot less
scary than the ones that I travel with you.
