Lapse

What if I told you the thrill of running a red light

Chasing a recent bright memory through a bent pipe

When you get older some just wanna hang five

While the rest of us soldier on through sleeping on the tram line

What's the point if you can't escape the land mines

Sand slides faster each day one day we can die

We'll just ignore it and let the revs chant high

Burn laps around a sun, fall face first in the campfire

So let out the animals

And line up the chemicals

To dive in or cannonball