My heavy heart's always under attack
Running in circles around the race track
Rose-colored lenses eventually crack
But if you left me, then I'd let you right back
Love is but a game of give and chase
What is a runner without a big race?
Harder to try to keep up with the pace
I always wind up in second place
[Keyboard Interlude]
Even the moon can't maintain the face
I always wind up in second place