Brakelines - The Get Up Kids

Impossible outcomes

There’s an outside chance

You may not want to fight them

Bob and weave in their dance

I’m not gonna tell you

That my mind doesn’t go there

It’s the terrible trouble

About getting older

If this isn’t my time

Then cutting the brakelines

Seems to make some sort of sense

I don’t wanna have to

I don’t wanna leave you

It does us no good to pretend

It’s not about hopeless

Not a song of despair

Just about choices and making them fair

Hope we never have to

Decisions like this

Spend every morning

In ignorant bliss

If this isn’t my time

Then cutting the brakelines

Seems to make some sort of sense

I don’t wanna have to

I don’t wanna leave you

It does us no good to pretend

If this isn’t my time

Then cutting the brakelines

Seems to make some sort of sense

I don’t wanna have to

I don’t wanna leave you

It does us no good to pretend

Terrified keeps me up at night

Terrified

Terrified keeps me up at night

Terrified