Spin me around under the stars.
Find myself living in memories,
they fill my heart.
Makes me wonder if it's cause
I already know which ones
will fall apart.
That's the problem with living in the moment.
You really can't see ahead that far.
Think I'll stay in my head
a little longer.
Not ready yet to start
cutting new scars.
Call it self preservation,
or sabotage,
to be on the run from my heart.
Call me a coward,
at least I'm in control of it all.
Turn around pretend you don't see
a beautiful future,
staring right back at me.
Makes me angry,
that I can't move on from the safety
of living in the past
--oh what a drag, oh what a drag.
Call it self preservation,
or sabotage,
to be on the run from my heart.
Call me a coward,
at least I'm in control of it all.
Spin me around for one more dance.
It's time I step back out of my
silly little head.