Drive

My engine wasn’t meant to slow down
If it’s running
Then it might as well run fast
Skid marks and tire tracks
A cloud of exhaust in my wake
Scream of gears and blur of polished chrome
Beating all the red lights
Just under the speed limit
I’m sorry for the noise I’m making,
I’m sorry for the road I tore up
I’m sorry for swerving into your lane
I’m sorry if I smash your fender
But you had fair warning
Don’t say you didn’t see me coming
With all those careful any-which-way-view mirrors
Either I was too reckless–
Or you
Didn’t get out of my way

And skid marks and tire tracks,
A cloud of exhaust in my wake
They see me rollin’,
They hatin’,
The noise
That I’m making
I’m drifting
And I’m lifting
From the mud
To the stars

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