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