On the Clock

the music starts to play, its driving me insane, memories of nights, spent in our mock fights, i swear these words are true, as i tried to wrestel you, and one of us is going, one of is going down, i push you to the seat, but your back on top of me, our tounges are tied in a fight, my nails dragging down your sides, our eyes stare with passion, but theres no time for relaxing, cause one of us is going, one of us is going down, the heat is growing intence, but the truck still sits in silence, the back seat cousions our falls, as i push you to your back now, i match the beat of our hearts, and im loving how this works, cause one of us is going, one of us is going down, the music rings in my ears, sick puppies is all i hear, and the chorus becomes my goal, i swear its one we both know, told you that id win, but we both will in the end, cause one of us is going, one of us is going down, every time i hear the song, my heart beats right along, to the memory of that night, and my breathing becomes tight, hard to stop and think, when all i see, is me on top of you, and you on top of me...