Tap, tap, my foot hovers the gas.

One way road,

Too illegal to pass.

Take off your cruise control mode.


It's forty five,

You swerve to the right,

Who taught you how to drive?

A new lane presents at the upcoming light.


It should have been you,

You go boom.

If only you'd gone faster by a mile or two.

There was just no room.


The drunk driver hit me,

You came from the same place.

Don't you see?

If only I had let you know somehow that this was a race.


But now it's too late.



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