I feel you creeping up
a cheek's pat away
eyes burning so bright
night shadows spring
from my body,
and you purr
a-revvin' your engines
as I steady my pace
in prep of your slide-
by pass
the cycled pump of
ego down a one way road
and I brake to slow
so you go on, baby
rush to the finish,
I know the story's in the ride
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