Matador

i know i'm just a speck in your life

but you've left a deep, bold stain in mine

bleeding through the high thread count

more saturated than red wine

i've driven track a thousand times before

i'm only programmed in one direction

can't tell what's around me anymore

following the red in front of me

i'm the bull, and you're the matador

i've always seen you as my pace car

but i need to see this sans the metaphor