Since when did this whole thing begin?
I think I'm playing a game that I can't win
Who fell for whom first?
Who will say those final words?
Playing a game of chicken with our hearts
When mine stops, you're the jump-start
On our marks, get set, go
but everything else seems to move so slow
I don't want to see you in my rear-view
I wanna ride shotgun with no one but you
I'm in no hurry to reach the finish line
But know that my endgame is to make you mine
All the thinking, all the dreaming I have ever done
The person on my mind is you. You're the only one
I don't wanna go too fast and lose my self control
But I just can't escape your grip around my soul
how do i even make titles, this has nothing to do with nascar