[ He slams the door, ]

He slams the door,
the engine roars to life
and he runs from the truth
because he knows.
The mirrors on his sunglasses
reflect your pain
so you can't see his.
Smoldering cigarette
occupies his mind-
a short relief.
And even as his heart thrills
at the wind in his face,
at his foot on the gas,
at another adventure following the sunset,
he knows.
He'll never live the life you want,
and he'll never be there for you.
No, his heart breaks
because you deserve him
whole and by your side.
Yeah, his heart breaks
because you can fix him,
make him smile again
and to him, that is the worst fate he can face-
he'd rather you kill him because
if you make him stay,
if you take away that gas pedal,
he'll like it
and contentedly he'll buy you
that white picket fence.
You scare him more than anything because
you're the only one,
the only one who could put him in a cage.
So one day he'll slam the door
so you can't see his tears.
The engine will roar to life
so you can't hear his sobs.
And he'll run from the truth
because he knows,
he knows that he loves you.