Speeding cars

This song is a comfort of sorts when I'm scared shitless of growing up, and of losing my identity and my sense of self. Which I am, these days. Quite a lot. It's a very pretty song, and the lyrics are just right... Very Imogen Heap-y. And very me.

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here's the day you hoped would never come
don't feed me violence, just run with me
through rows of speeding cars
the papercuts, the cheating lovers
the coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck

there, there, baby
it's just textbook stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
now, now, darling
oh, don't lose your head
'cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you, yeah

sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie
never far enough away
glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
you can't keep on like this
now's a bad a time as any

there, there, baby
it's just textbook stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
now, now, darling
oh, don't kill yourself
'cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you, yeah

it's OK by me
it's OK by me
it's OK by me, it was a long time ago

there, there, baby
it's just textbook stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
now, now, darling
oh, don't kill yourself
'cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you, yeah