Here i am again talking to myself sitting at a red light, both hands on the wheel, how am i supposed to feel, so much running through my mind. first you wanna be free, now you say you need me, giving mixed signals and signs. it's so hard to let you in, thinking you might slam the breaks again- Put the pedal down, heading outta town, gotta make a getaway ; the traffic in my brain's driving me insane, this is more than i can take. you tell me that you love me first, then throw your heart into reverse~ i've gotta get away.
