Out of Hand

She brakes as the stoplight changes red
In shotgun four words rip through my head
She is right there
She is right there

She drums on the steering wheel with her thumb
My heart starts to fight its way to my tongue
She is right there
She is right there

I wanna say
Tell me why it feels important when I cook you dinner
Tell me why I wish I knew you when I was a child
Tell me why you've been alone for so long
When you never would need be again
I won't let it
If you'd let it
Get out of hand

I'm nauseous from saying none of these things
She turns on her song and I'm idling
Idolizing that wild way that she sings
She doesn't care
No, she might not care

I wanna cry out
Tell me why all this confusion is horribly simple
Tell me what lives in my sleep that is trying to get out
Tell me why you've been alone for so long
When you never would need be again
I won't let it
If you'd let it
Get out of hand, and

When did this slow lightning strike me
And make every hair stand on end when she calls me
And when did her name sound so different
And when did she slip her cold hand in my yellow coat pocket

She says
Tell me why stoplights take so goddamn long to start changing
I tell her that change can be scary and she cracks a smile
She gives her hand back to the wheel
And in rushes an absence I cannot withstand
Oh I'd regret it
If I never let it
Oh, get out of hand
Out of hand
Oh, out of hand
Out of hand