Runaway

I turn away every chance I get.

I signal right, veer left and drive the wedge in deep.

I'm blowing past the stop signs we used to make

And pretending that all the lights are green.

I see your lights flashing in my mirror

But it's starting to pick up speed.

A crash,

A bump,

And a moment alone.

And now it is more than a seed.

And in that moment I see what I've done

As I approach the look at the end of my leap.

But there ain't no rest for the wicked

And I'm worried because I can't sleep.