Brakelines

Impossible outcomes
 There's an outside chance
 You may not want to fight them
 Bob and weave in their dance
 I'm not gonna tell you
 That my mind doesn't go there
 It's the terrible trouble
 About getting older
 If this isn't my time
 Then cutting the brakelines
 Seems to make some sort of sense
 I don't wanna have to
 I don't wanna leave you
 It does us no good to pretend
 It's not about hopeless
 Not a song of despair
 Just about choices
 And making them fair
 Hope we never have to
 Decisions like this
 Spend every morning
 In ignorant bliss
 If this isn't my time
 Then cutting the brakelines
 Seems to make some sort of sense
 I don't wanna have to
 I don't wanna leave you
 It does us no good to pretend
 If this isn't my time
 Then cutting the brakelines
 Seems to make some sort of sense
 I don't wanna have to
 I don't wanna leave you
 It does us no good to pretend
 Terrified
 Keeps me up at night
 Terrified
 Terrified
 Keeps me up at night
 Terrified