Too Fast Driving

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
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
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
Driving
I was thinking
You′re my flat tire
You′re gonna crash
You're stupid loud
You′re wreckless
You're spinning out
And too fast driving
And too fast driving
And too fast driving