Is this the beginning?

I always look towards the end

It starts as a pleasant drive and ends in a fiery car crash

Hope isn’t in question it’s a question of how many times

You can repeat the same fucking feelings

Before you go numb you always roll the dice

We always try, try again

It’s our natural instinct or maybe its just boredom

But no one ever thinks they can live being just one

One time it will be the real thing

Next time it will be the real thing

Condition ourselves to think there is a real thing

The excitement is shared as the feeling is mutual

The attraction is real and not just for the flesh

Simple excuses just to hear someone’s voice

That feeling of sickness when you are too far to touch

It's hopeless now, no turning back

You’re in over your head with no want for air

You say the things you thought you’d never say again

And in the back of your mind you wish you never could

This time around you won’t fuck it up you won’t get tongue tied

You won’t trip over your feet you’ll be attentive

You won’t be selfish you learned your lesson you won’t fuck it up