I've been swirling in straight gasoline breaths
Dripping sunshine and antifreeze- hang a left
To the fast lane- wild and chomping the bit
Let me feel the horses when the gears shift
Up and groan as you slam down on the gas.
The whole world can disappear- just that fast.
Keep me strapped to my seat with music and lines
About forever as I look for exit signs.
I swear I can taste rubber in the air,
You think we're flying- something like a prayer
For sticky leather and endless highway
And I've never been this close to a cliche'--
I've got nothing to lose or I've lost it
Already because somehow you fit
Despite the fact that we're speeding down concrete
And I've yet to do something as simple as speak.
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