Better than that

I'm trying so hard not to love him too fast
Line up all the horses and race 'round the track
Run laps around reality and never look back
Want a real, hard love that's better than that

I'm trying so hard not to bury myself
Beneath the dirt and the flowers of somebody else
Yeah, beauty is blinding and darkness runs deep
Wanna hold on to him and still hold on to me

Cocaine, whiskey rye
They don't even compare to how love makes me high
So I won't push my luck
I'll sober up
I won't feed off of it 'til it dies

I'm trying so hard to stay right where I am
I drive my mind in reverse the speed up ahead
Break down on a road that just leaves me for dead
Want the piece of the present to steer me instead

Cocaine, whiskey rye
They don't even compare to how love makes me high
So I won't push my luck
I'll sober up
I won't feed off of it 'til it dies

Yeah, I've got a history, I know you do too
What the hell would we be without what we've been through?
And I don't give a damn about the mud on your boots
I just want you

Cocaine, whiskey rye
They don't even compare to how love makes me high
So I won't push my luck
I'll sober up
I won't feed off of it 'til it dies
'Til it dies