Apologetic, I prematurely meant it
Magnetic to pain, ironic ain't it?
Turned the car, I crashed

Yet it still functions..

Backup, U-turn, find a new lane
Gun this engine, speed to a junction

No left no right, straight through to any light, how do I function?

Still apologetic, this angel, this demon, this friend and foe, from heaven to hell I wreak havoc so hectic on me and I with my image, these lies, I exist as a living demise

Give me a soul paramedic from an era nostalgic, its denial, selflessly neglectic, this heart prosthetic, shoulda known it, fake smiles curtain call themselves to fall they are a facade of lies sourced from embarrassment, simple self-harrasment in a time gray-hued, undertoned in black I feel my heart, beating strong, fast, under attack..

Drive, just drive, drive and never stop
Foward forever..

Just drive..