As I look through my windshield,
I beat my fists on the wheel and slam down
On the pedal and drive right off the edge. I'm driven.
I pray for my invention.
Commision. awaiting my attention. redemption.
Blood loss in your eyes.
Last night I bowled 193 but you weren't there to see me.
My clothesline is not for your dirty laundry. forgiven.
Put the mask back on to hide the truth.