Til It Pains Away The Hurt

dazed never confused
peddling faster then I ever have before
repeating the same thing over and over in my mind

"Redline bike take me home
red tires, all chrome"
maybe its the fear

when I was scared at night as a kid
I would sing the smurfs song
lalalalalala lalalalala

over and over again till I passed out
cant pass out now
got to keep peddling

my legs are tensing and getting stiff
everything in me wants to stop
I wont allow my self to fail

failure is certain death
death is dead
to peddle no more

my mouth dry
mirages on dark streets
impossibly there

standing up,
peddling with all my might
I wipe sweat from my brow

looking back
hoping and praying they're gone
the wind howls

scares the bejesus out of me
my left leg is about to give
my right leg cramps

I'm wincing
the pain is going to take me out
my side is starting to hurt

peddling like an injured maniac
breathing isn't easy
its a fucking chore

seeing my house
I push myself harder
failure is never an option, ever

the closer I get the further away it feels
concentrating on my porch light
I peddle slowly, but I'm peddling

fifteen feet, finally there
my lawn
I fall off my Redline

my body thanks me
I kiss my driveway
and I just breath

my demons chase me everywhere I go
some nights my bike and I take the demons on a ride
outrunning them momentarily

leaving them behind
to eat my sweat
they have had enough of my tears