You're the guy who runs red lights.
Calm and sure of yourself, at least externally.
The guy who still thinks playing with fire is fun
even after the skin starts to burn.
And I'm the girl who stops at yellow lights.
I've been involved in a few accidents
and I don't know if the insurance policy will cover this.
I can't be certain if you are who you say you are.
Or if this mid-life crisis, this outlet for your obvious pain
is temporary
and maybe it's just none of my business
Calm and sure of yourself, at least externally.
The guy who still thinks playing with fire is fun
even after the skin starts to burn.
And I'm the girl who stops at yellow lights.
I've been involved in a few accidents
and I don't know if the insurance policy will cover this.
I can't be certain if you are who you say you are.
Or if this mid-life crisis, this outlet for your obvious pain
is temporary
and maybe it's just none of my business
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