Grease Lightning

Glorious high
Stupendous tremendous feeling of being
Yet it's not me
Never "me"
What is
I feel it come from the distance
Wake with a false sense of being
Me
But I ride the lighting
Tiger's blood
"Winning"
Can you keep up
Keep time, keep in step
I'll lead this danse macabre
This light hearted tango of despair
While I'm high

Glorious lightning
Furthermore stunning and striking
It hits me with the know how
Stuns me, leaves me dazed
Smited
You are no martyr
Simply flesh
Flawed and in awe
Strikes me, stuns me
Ride it
Marvelous chaos
Me

Chaotic mess
Ridden high
Comedown's a bitch
The bitch in me
Is you, is me
Bitchin ride though
With striking rims and bright paint
Grabs your eye
Stuns you
Then leaves you breathless
Hollow shell
Leaves you wanting