"Too    Fast    Driving"

Driving, 
I was thinking,
youíre my flat tire:
too late at night, 
in the pitch black,
out of sight,
and too fast driving,
and too fast driving.
Driving,
I was thinking,
Youíre my flat tire.
not a blow out, 
but a screetching halt,
lots of ice,
no salt,
and too fast driving,
and too fast driving.

Donít want to think about how much and whatís the limit.
Donít want to think about the limit and am I in it.
Am I in it?
Am I in it?
Driving,
I was thinking,
youíre my flat tire.
Youíre gonna crash, 
youíre stupid loud, 
youíre wreckless,
youíre spinning out,
and too fast driving,
and too fast driving,
and too fast driving.






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