Beat

And the pulsing of the bass in the backseat bombards my ears like a blast from the past
I'm tired, I'm human.
70 miles per hour in the heavy night has never felt so right
And going against the grain pains me sometimes
So I won't impede the flow of traffic, for now at least
I'm praying to be caught--
As the catchiness of this meaningless rap grabs for my attention
And a motorcycle risks its paint job and passenger to speed ahead of us,
And the greed of my own heart astounds me
Listen to me! Listen.
We all want to be heard, and I the most
So for now I coast
Perhaps for life, perhaps for breath
Perhaps to speed myself to death
Or a ticket, which at my pay rate, is basically the same thing.
My hair smells like her shampoo, my clothes smell like coffee
My feet fidget in the backseat, this car smells too new
And who I am isn't quite… me
I come home exhausted, with more work to do
Way too much on my mind, trying to navigate my life like the GPS in her car,
Only, I haven't read the owner's manual
And this technology is foreign to the way my brain is wired
I'm tired, I'm human, I'm beat.
Light my way like the brights I can't use on IH-20
Because I've got to be more than they tell me I am,
I want to prove I can stay strong
And I have zero excuses
Save for my breaking ears
And the fact that I'm human