so i've spilled my guts out to you. well, most of em at least.
i hope you're the least satiated, feeding your curious hunger.
am i supposed to wait and watch you leave now?

speeding into the horizon
dreaming of the sirens
wishing for broken glass on a highway
it could be so easy

the rhythm; rhythm of an engine
always makes me empty
i see the headlights coming at me
i can't help but wonder

flying, flying in slow motion
the wind through my hair
and ripping through the scenery
oh, the wreckage
it is my secret need.