Charlie Simpson - Bullet

I turn the radio up abit,
Roll the window down and take it in,
I'm going too fast but I don't give a shit,
'Cos something's chasing me and I have to win.

It makes sense to forget what it takes,
It makes sense to forget what it takes.

I found a bullet outside my door,
I think it's me it was intended for.

It makes sense to forget what it takes,
It makes sense to forget what it takes,
It makes sense to forget what it takes,
It makes sense to forget what it takes.