Listen for the click of my chain
I don't wanna be white paint on a fucked up frame
Weaving in between four lanes
Cold wind to numb my taste and jam my brake

I know the way like the back of my hand
But I'm as late as I've ever been
I know you hate it when I do it again
After saying that the habit would end
But I'm on my way

Burning, breathing
Spy the roof of your building
Turning, wheeling
Body burning, I'm speeding
I don't wanna crash before I get to you
Am I gonna last until I get to you?

No, I know last time I
Come on, that's
Whatever, I'm gonna be on time, I have to go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go right now
Bye, I love you too
Fuck

Excuse that I made up
I say I'm at the bottom of the bridge, but you call my bluff
Talking like: What the fuck?
You can turn right back around if you keep this up

I know the fight like the back of my hand
But now it hurts like it never did
You give the same ultimatum again
Arrive late and the story would end
But I'm on my way

Burning, breathing
Spy the roof of your building
Turning, wheeling
Body burning, I'm speeding
I don't wanna crash before I get to you
Am I gonna last until I get to you?

I don't wanna crash before I get to you
Am I gonna last until I get to you?