Off Track

You and me, in the car. Always arguing, never getting far. The fuel's

running low. Just like the love that we used to know. We said we'd

drive wherever we please. Just change the tire and we'd find some peace.

But I can't steer straight anymore. And the person beside me should just slam the

door. But I don't want that for us. Can't we just

hop on a bus? We've been speeding through life, ignoring the signs.

But love isn't something you can just redesign. We've been driving too fast,

we're missing the road. Chasing a love that's already slowed. When the windshield