Racetrack - Beach Bunny

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 phase

I always wind up in second place