Shadows clutter the brightest minds,
Let it go, that's what they say,
We can drive so fast it makes us sick,
And find a new, fresh getaway.
Tell me, do you still believe in love?
When everyone seems to shrug it off,
If I said those three terrifying words,
Would you love me like a light to a moth.
Could you pretend to remember my face?
Turn around, don't look back, they say,
Don't let their words make any sense!
Let us find a new, fresh getaway.
