The Chase

The Chase

The sun starts setting, I'm running from the cops

And I cant remember why we didn't stop

The cold airs pushing wind with the cracks

And the hot rubbers leaving trails within the tracks

I'm losing patience I'm slowing down the pace

The lights are all surrounding, I'm losing the race

I burnt through every fucking CD

My gas tanks low, my last song is on repeat

You know, I got you this time

I tried, you know that you cant hide