Youre so sad, you're out of your mind
I wanna know what's making you blind
I start leaving fast, driving pace
Fueled by your pretty face
Knowing that I require more
Wait a second turn around
As my car drives me straight to your door
Ive got this problem baby
I guess that you could say
I need someone to push me around
I think Im some kind of addict
Youre so sad, I think I might cry
I am so sick of seeking peace in finding out why
I start running fast, don't need to try
Racing from your pretty eyes
Honey Ive seen that trick before
Oh but honey hold your horses I turn back
My conscience seems to be in lack
Ive got this illness baby
I guess that you could say
I need someone to stand down to
To love and tell me what to do
I think Im some kind of addict