Nonstandard

You are nonstandard and I love you for it
You are my dream, you are the things I haven't seen
You are nonstandard and I love you for it
You are my dream, you are the things I can't believe

Drive me away from here in your car

I wish I could possess your boundless rage
Shaking from place to place inside your frame
It sneaks up on me like the Holy Ghost
Breaking me apart when I don't suspect it the most

So drive me away from here in your car

What do I do now, where do I go now
Someone like you can always put down roots and thrive
But I never boil past my boiling point
I should have figured out by now you can't drive

Drive me away from here in your car