What's Your Excuse

I don't like the look

of speeding down backroads

in one a.m. moonlight

when everything is fuzzy

But I had to run away

So I guess that's all I have to say

I don't really have an excuse

Cause what would it be

I wonder if you can tell me

What's yours

What's your excuse

For touching me like you did

You were hitting walls

I didn't want you to climb

I had to get out of there on time

So that's why I hit back

But I'm too small brained

To set up an attack

I can't even let any sound

Leave my smoke covered lips

Though your hands are still on my hips

I wish you'd just get off of me

But you just got off on me