Slow Rush

Smoking in the backyard A party that was not smart For me to enter I never wanted The center spotlight I'm wearing all of my guards You're passing your birthday cigar We make nice on the way out Making up or making out Our friends could guess at The mess that we've made Throwing a party just to see who would stay You know, it's a tale that I'm dying to tell I'll wish you good luck and I'll wish you well, yeah Second chance lovers, years from the break Seeing you here, it's starting to feel like fate Parts of you are stranger The others are dangerous And you still see right through me I'm ready for a slow rush