I just can't love like it's back thenWe've been through too many bad thingsI got some models coming through with me nowI think my life is as stupid as it soundsAnd she chop-chop scissor it, roll and twist the endInhale, hold it, wait, then blow it out, we're high in this bitch againThunder cracking, Melbourne city shit, long-ass winters hereIf I love her, I shall never mention itWhen you're racing through my mindIt's your raceway and you really can driveWhen you're changing lanes, burning tyresIt's your raceway and you really can driveYou reallyIf I die now, nothing saltyJust bring me flowers when you drop meWhat doesn't kill you makes you strongerBut sometimes you turn into a monsterWhen you treat someone like they dirtThen eventually they gon' turn aroundAnd be the dirt that you said that they'd beYou can take the boy from them hills, can't take them from meAnd you play pretend like I'm barely a memoryWhen you're racing through my mindIt's your raceway and you really can driveWhen you're changing lanes, burning tyresIt's your raceway and you really can driveYou reallyWe're some ill-adjusted adultsSleep in the lounge room, surfing channelsGirls texting, not fucking at all'Cause when we're done, it's too much to handleJust us recovering, lost lust back when I was a teenB-ball dreams, 6:00am, I'm bucketingHead shaved, no-one fuck with meYou know they get hotter when you break their heartIf they don't, you break it way too hardMove on quick like a racing car, stay popping champagne for yaPodium first place for ya, I'm sorry for the way we areRoaring that engine, ignoring my text andWhen you're racing through my mindIt's your raceway and you really can driveWhen you're changing lanes, burning tyresIt's your raceway and you really can driveYou really
