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 
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 
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? 
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 reckless, you're spinning out 
And too fast driving 
And too fast driving 
And too fast driving