Deus

You drive too fast
can you please shut up
I'll call the police
if you don't stop.
You're just trying to scare me
you want me to know
that you're not this precious
little thing you hold.
You're afraid you say (and you're never sure)
of the coming day (if what you've seen before)
and I'm not that handsome (is what you'll see again)
anyway (In remembering)
But I'm feeling good
and if you don't exist
you're still one illusion
that I can't resist
Now you're holding back
and I'm holding on
Heaven knows what you want.
'Cause kicks like these
they're coming fast
but watching how long they last.