You have this tendency to do everything just right
when I'm running red, heading high
you send me back to meet the ground
when I'm running red, heating up
you touch me slight and cool me down
when I'm burrowing inward, holding a frown
you open me up and let me breathe new
and yes I fight, but I lose and I can't fail to smile
so stay up with me, and talk me through and through
'cos it turns out I can't sleep good without you