It really wasn’t hard
To press the gas so far
And I wish I could’ve known
The direction my life would go.
My black Camaro as black as night
As black as the asphalt under my headlights
I chase, I follow my friends in haste
As a set of blue lights follow at an uneasy rate.
The decline in speed and the slow pull-over
Exhausted my nerve and startled my motor
You’d lose your license the officer said
An event that’d wish me I was dead.
Court date looming and fees to pay
Oh i would I come to rue that day.

Asking for rides was never a problem
Until everyday now I have to resolve them.
From friends, girlfriend, and mother alike
I swallow my pride and ask for that ride.
I walk in the garage and the cars’ in the corner
And I wonder and ponder if it misses its owner.
For my unsettled thoughts and holes in drywall
I constantly think “was speeding worth it at all?”
Ten months is a while, yeah ten months is a lot
A long time to mold and even longer afterthought.

Two months remain
And my patience rewarded,
With ideas and images of driving again.
My efforts not in vain my persistance not thwarted
To the eventual return of my road trip campaign.
I have listened to ridicule
And i’ve heard the scoffs
I have familiarized
the absence
   of car exhaust.
   Maybe one day,
   it could be today,
I figure out I
  should have,
just
let off.