Is this the beginning?
I always look towards the end.
It starts as a pleasant drive
and ends as a fiery car crash.

Hope isn’t in the question,
it’s a question about how many
times you can repeat the same [bad word] feelings.

Before you go numb,
you always roll the dice.
We always try, try again.
It’s our natural instinct

maybe it’s just boredom
no one ever
thinks they can live
being just one.

One time it will be the real thing,
next time it will be the real thing,
condition ourselves to think it’s the real thing.
The excitement is shared as the feeling is mutual.

The attraction is real and not just for the flesh.
Simple excuses just to hear someone’s voice,
that feeling of sickness when you’re too far to touch.

It’s hopeless now, no turning back,
you’re in over your head with no want for air.
You say the things you thought you’d never say again,
and in the back of your mind, you wish you never could.

This time around you wont [bad word] it up,
You wont get tongue tied, you wont trip over your feet,
you’ll be attentive you wont be selfish,
you learned your lesson, you wont [bad word] it up.

This time around you wont [bad word] it up,
You wont get tongue tied, you wont trip over your feet,
you’ll be attentive you wont be selfish,
you learned your lesson, you wont [bad word] it up.