Sprinter

SPRINTER

 

Late assignments, behind on your rent

Text to your friends, be there in a minute

Dishes piled up high, dry clothes still on the line

 

Still got that damn check engine light

Out of groceries, but it's fine

Never made up the bed

Out in public with wet hair on your head

 

But then you only had shots when you were out at the bar

And you had uppers hidden in the back seat of your car

You were a track star

A sprinter, you never ran far

Hey, hey

 

Nail polish outgrown, unreturned calls from home

Meeting postponed, in your own time zone

Too many emails unread, that check engine light's still burning red

 

Shots on shots in the back of the bar

And the uppers hidden in the back seat of your car

You were a track star

A sprinter never ran far

 

Make up for the month that dragged on

In a couple days

In a clouded haze

Stop and go, then the red light's run

Pedal through the floor

Engine blows and roars

 

You might be long gone now

But you never left this house

 

WERE YOU JUST TOO PROUD?

WAS I JUST TOO LOUD?

 

I wish you reached out and

I wish I had reached in...

 

Used to move so slow

I guess only God would know

Why you rushed the end of your life

Why you couldn't wait to die

And now everyone's wondering why

They never noticed the check engine light