in first gear

we started off slow, and built up speed.
before i knew it, we were in 5th gear, careening down the highway with no particular place to go.

and suddenly, you told me to drop it down to second.
the gears were grinding, the engine screaming and i was afraid it would explode.

we slowed down, approaching grid lock and i dropped down to first.
you looked at me as if i had done something wrong.

because for you, first gear was not enough and third was too much, but i still loved you in fifth.