40 yard dash

late nights
led to a mornings full of deciept
waking up
draped in unfamiliar sheets
franticly i searched for answers
to unasked questions

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
so now i'm
running against the sunrise
unable to figure out
how i ended up
trying to out race the inevitable
last i remebered
i was engaged in
careless conversations
but somehow
painting pictures of passion
and talking about relationship problems
over a pitcher of
what ever had the cheapest price
left me
seeking comfort in
unfamiliar places
and now she is apologizing as if i have over stayed my welcome
but she can never understand
so
i
try to think of a lie
that wont sound like an excuse
or an excuse
that wont sound like a lie
or i could just tell the truth
how i fell victim to
brown liquor, brown eyes and brown skin
because
i cant run any faster
the car
wont drive any faster
the lights
wont change green any faster
the clock
wont move any slower
and the sun
continues
to rise

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
but i
only went for a drink
my heart needed an escape
and my day was out of control
i
never
thought it would be a race
but you said
dont
let the sun beat you home
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)