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