GhostRide

Engine in my chest

Rust on my breath

Red digits on the dash

Clock stuck on the past

Ash on the seat

Boot print on the door

Hands on the wheel

Like I been here before

Fog in my lungs

Dust in my teeth

Name on a gravestone

Burned in the seat

Gear shift twitch

Heart tick glitch

Mirrors all show

The same dead strip

Ghost ride through static

Can’t wake up from this

Eyes half-open

Automatic

Slide in the drift In the drift

Ghost ride through static

Fade in the hum and hiss

Lost in the loop

Fanatic I only feel real in the skid

Mouth full of smoke

Tongue tastes chrome

Street signs flicker

Spell “go home”

But I press that line

Till it bends

Till it blurs

Every crack in the pavement

Repeats like a curse

Seatbelt tight Like a metal hug

Speedometer stuck

On “not enough”

Same road

Same mark on the wall

Same laugh

Same late-night call

How many times did I stall right here?

How many lives did I burn this year? (yeah)

Hand on the key

Hand on the past

Hand on the ghost

That don’t look back