#melowdramatic

I thought I was living in the fast lane,

but now it feels more like I’m insane,

I’m running out of freeway and

there’s no more exits up ahead.

Everything is a concrete gray blur,

if only I could find the hole made by

those who came before, maybe I

could survive this crash and burn.

Can’t look back ‘cause the rear-view mirror

is busted, the brakes are gone, the gas pedal

is jammed in the accelerate position, and

the steering wheel has finally come loose.

The cops just don’t care anymore because

they know I’m out of time, out of gas,

out of tricks, out of sass, and the

devil is jumping for joy.

In the last few seconds left it looks like

I’ll be coasting the rest of the way

“into the middle of next week”, as

my father used to say.

Never one to make a scene, I think I’ll

explode like confetti and leave the

pieces scattered next to all the other

drivers who missed their turn and