Tonight I’m racing fast as always,
Like a sprinter through the hallways of my mind,
The maze is deep,
And I can’t eat, sleep, chew
Or raise my voice to tell the truth without a fight,
And I may be wrong but I’m never far from right
And I may be wrong but I’m never far from right
I don’t miss your kiss,
The softness of your lips upon my face,
I don’t miss it.
And I don’t miss the way we’d move and sway,
Like a picture perfect painting of two lovers in the sun,
So tell me why do I always end up in this position,
It’s like the Spanish inquisition,
That’s the last damn time that I ignore my intuition,
It’s the last time.
Tonight I’m racing fast as always,
Like a sprinter through the hallways of my mind,
The maze is deep,
And I can’t eat, sleep, chew
Or raise my voice to tell the truth without a fight,
And I may be wrong but I’m never far from right