Problems

Running away from my problems, I'll do anything but solve them

I hate how you're all involved and, I hate how you make me fall when

You look in my eyes and give me butterflies, I get caught up in your lies and I reach for the sky

When you tell me that you're fine and you really want to try

I'm not even surprised, you say that every time

When the stars all fade to black and the earth has run its course

And we're laughing for hours just laying on my porch

And you said you need a light and you're not talking about a torch

Breaking limits, going crazy, just leaning out my Porsche

Running away from my problems, I'll do anything but solve them