I hear you think about me now and then
To fantasize about what might have been
I’ve always been the one who got away
The careless bullet tends to ricochet

There’s virtue in the straight and narrow path
And though you can’t afford the aftermath
The rear-view mirror tends to draw the eye
So sneak a peek now baby, don’t be shy

But you say you’re happy
So maybe it’s for the better
But you say you’re happy
To chauffeur these doubts forever
Keep me in the backseat of your mind

You’re driving under my influence
 [bad word] on the thrill and deaf to consequence
You know that I could make your life a mess
And yet you chose to wear your tightest dress