In a red car
Convertible top down
Zooming fast
Two teens squealed and shouted
...
I don't want him
I don't want this
I want a romance thought up on a whim
...
I'm in over my head in this nightmare
The water is dragging me under
And I'm gasping for air
I kick a little harder
...
He doesn't like me
And he never will
But I can't accept that reality
There's a black hole I need to fill
...