Fast Car

“Emotions are more powerful when you don’t say them.”
- Sir Wendell Capili

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we could make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere.

There are many things I could tell you to discourage you from coming back here.


Any place is better, starting from zero I got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something, me myself I’ve got nothing to prove.

“I’ve got a super-mega-hyper important project for an elective due on Friday so I really have to work my ass off every day until then and I’m not going to have time for anything else.”

-I just have to remember to exclude the fact that I have no elective classes during Fridays.

Or,

“You don’t belong here anymore, the same way people’s souls don’t belong in this world once they die, so there isn’t really any reason to go back here.”

- Just disregard that this is a public university open to anyone and everyone who wants to go here, except if you’re part of the army, which you are not.

Or,

“I’ve fallen in love with a French-Canadian guy who has the cutest accent and the most breath-taking blue eyes EVER. He’s got a black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu so run along.”

- The fact that the guy I’m talking about is Georges St-Pierre is completely irrelevant.

I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us and your arms feel nice wrapped around my shoulders

Or maybe I could just tell you the truth.

“I’m okay now, but it took a long way for me to get here after you left. Don’t ever come back because if you do I know I’m going to break down again.”

And I had a feeling that I belong
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone.

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