you're the getaway car.

it's the guilt gnawing at my conscience 'cos the day's been so unproductive, yet i just can't seem to get anything done 'cos, well, i probably already lost the steam to continue. i can't wait for this damn thing to be over.

baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.

deep down, i'm afraid some trivial things (that mean the world to me) won't turn out right. maybe that's why.