Racetrack

My heavy heart's always under attack Running in circles around the race track Rose-colored lenses eventually crack But if you left leaving, I'd let you right back Love is but a game of give and chase What is a runner without a big race? The harder I try to keep up with the pace I always wind up in second place And even the moon can't maintain the same face I always wind up in second place --- Racetrack - Beach Bunny