Native Racer

[synth intro] Told me i must be getting high on my own exhaust fumes Im not afraid of death Seatbelts will be around our necks when we crash Baby i dream of being a shattered mess like you Can you steer me right What if i wanna be wrong just for one night What is it about being alone with you with these windows fogged That makes my mind start to wander Ill raise you right in my next life Instead of being a dead beat baby father Ill be a dead lover Just Let me get it off Then pass me the mind eraser Let me taste your skin again I want to remember my favorite flavor Im high on the pretension of my nerve to make excuses for my bad behavior If love was a motor sport Youd drive me there like a native racer [build] [verse] Said with a sigh, that i must be cruising for a bruising Wishing that we never met And then the lack of sick, would make me forget how to be a normal little human creature, just like you Am I hearin right? Are you saying you wouldn't leave your lover just for one night? Just let me be alone with you, get these windows fogged And if your mind starts to wonder, I'll make you come until you don't even know why Why you're with that dead beat baby father when we could make him your dead lover [chorus] Just Let me get it off Then pass me the mind eraser Let me taste your skin again I want to remember my favorite flavor Im high on the pretension of my nerve to make excuses for my bad behavior If love was a motor sport Youd drive me there like a native racer [instrumental dance break] [bridge] I'm betting oxygen I'll raise you carbon monoxide I'm risking more than just friends Coloring in my dark parts with white out, smudging all intent of homicide What it would take to break a smile Only I could strike you in a mental thunderstorm While keeping my eyes the only pair dry Just let me get you off, then erase me from your mind one last time [build] [synth solo] [chorus] Just Let me get it off Then pass me the mind eraser Let me taste your skin again I want to remember my favorite flavor I'm high on the pretension of my nerve to make excuses for my bad behavior If love was a motor sport You'd drive me there like a native racer [instrumental break] [outro] You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! Ohhhh..... yeahhhhh... ohhh noooo [end] [chorus] Just Let me get it off Then pass me the mind eraser Let me taste your skin again I want to remember my favorite flavor I'm high on the pretension of my nerve to make excuses for my bad behavior If love was a motor sport You'd drive me there like a native racer [instrumental break] [outro] You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! You'd drive me there, you'd drive me You drive me, you, y- y- y- you! Ohhhh..... yeahhhhh... ohhh noooo [end]