Driving I was...thinking
You're my flat tire
Too late at night in the pitch black, out of sight

And too fast driving
And too fast driving
And too fast driving


Driving I was...thinking
You're my flat tire

Not a blow out, but a screeching halt, lots of ice, no salt
And too fast driving
And too fast driving

And too fast driving

Don't want to think about how much, and what's the limit

Don't want to think about the limit and am I in it
Am I in it?
Am I in it?

Am I in it?
Am I in it?


Driving I was...thinking
You're my flat tire
You're gonna crash, you're stupid loud

You're reckless, you're spinning out
And too fast driving
And too fast driving

And too fast driving