Top Down. Chrome Spinnin'.

And if the hook sets in, the bottom of our lungs
We'll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues

Starting today we're on holiday
Everybody sees you in the wrong way
No one else sees you my way

Your gazes cripple me
Keep life a mystery
I don't want it to change
Just keep them coming my way
That's all a lie
I can't rationalise
The further I slide
I can't seem to get back to your side
'Cos you're a summer child
And I'm winter mild
I can't stay with the heat
As you blossom out around me

What if there is nothing after this?

happiness is a warm bun