How I’m Behind Me

Never made it as a race car
I couldn’t cut it as a slow man speeding
Tired of blinking like a headlight
I’m sick of maps without the thrill of reading

And so now, I’m behind me

And so now I’m behind
who I think I really am
I am now so behind
who I think I really am

It’s not like me to write “My bad”
I was driving toward a different poem
This time, I’m uh, wat?
I think I loaned you a foot stomp brake pad

And I am right, I got up
I pushed the limit of every throttle
These five words in my brain
whisper, “What the truck is happening?”

Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep
Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep

It’s not like you didn’t know me
I said, “wat?” and I swear, I still do
And it must have been so loud
‘Cause being near you
I think it dang near stalled me

And so now I’m behind
who I think I really am
And so now I’m behind
who I think I really am

And I am right, I got up
I pushed the limit of every throttle
These five words in my head
whisper, “what the truck is happening?”

Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep
Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep
Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep
Nope, nope, nope, yep, yep

Nope. Wat? What the truck is happening?
Nope. Wat? What the truck is happening?
Nope. Wat? What the truck is happening?
Nope. Wat? What the truck is happening?
Yep. Yep.
Nope. Nope.