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