Ready, Go, Set

goin' along a million miles per second
every obstacle is dust
and all of a sudden you tug on my air brake
in a world that's just us
there are no peering eyes here
there are not death threat stares
so please just get back on the bus

but you refuse
saying "I'm suddenly shy"
and you say nothing
when I ask why

we're in a twisted race towards nothing
where the rules say instead
ready, go, set
and this time it's all or nothing
you know I can't unhear everything you've said


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