asleep at the wheel

... yes, it's true, i'm asleep at the wheel;
longing for attention and a decent laugh.
yes, it's true, i'm tortured... so what?
take a stab at this, stab at this.

and to think it's all come to this;
one blinding flash, and the horizon is gone.
sink our souls into the swirling black,
and inhale as if we even had a chance.

yes, it's true, i'm asleep at the wheel;
dancing and laughing in your headlights.
hit me once again with those eyes i love;
and run me down, run me down.

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