Shelby GT500

Can I ever realize the instinct inside me,
Which shows me the excessive behavior disorder,
Engulfing me with the same idea, that we once had,
We slept through it, several times before we did.

I desperately look out for you,
You are but gone, and hysteria swipes me, I retire,
Those smothering lips and and the wetness in the air,
I feel, I have none here besides me, but you on my mind.

Just like the time, we caress, we kiss, we bleed and we miss,
Our bodies like ever on fire Shelby GT500,
Firing from within, glowing in the dark,
We go harder, and faster and then we stop, just to live the pulse.

If I could preserve that beat, make it into an immeasurable speed,
I fall into that dark hole, no physicist could interpret,
Can we go on it again, Friction on the engines,
And so close we be that we seldom, know,
Where we drive to, for the times back to I wana go.