One hand in the cookie jar
Both feet on the gas pedal
Racing to my guilt filled utopia

Full throttle down the expressway of temptation
Carelessly passing everything in my path
Heedless of radar enforcement methods

If only I could go faster
Faster than my fears and inhibitions
Past the sonic barrier of practicality

I’ll leave caution in my rear view mirror
Speed with all desires just in front of my grill
A trail of road kill nay sayers will litter the road

Stop signs are ignored as easily as your pleas for another chance
Red lights are dismissed as easily as I was
I have too much in front, to ever look back

There is a lot of time to make up
Darkness won’t slow my pace
I’ll just kill the lights and tailgate the slow poke ahead

Tourists look scared as I pass them on the shoulder
Making my own lane comes easy now
Having nothing to live for lets you live outside the lines

Four lanes of destiny tempt me to greater speeds
I can’t resist the adrenaline rush
120 MPH is a good start but I can do better

The chemical imbalance is so addictive
Keeps me from nearing the brake
My cookie jar of possibility appears to be empty

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