lead foot

I would like to know when you get home safe. I would like to know, yeah for my own sake. Driving alone at night time, flyin. Where do you go this late? Finding your own mind this time. When you switch lanes you never check your mirrors. Every plight in tow, lead foot and no brakes. Wobble through the road, dwell on your mistakes. Dying alone its high time, tryin to reap what you sow (cliche). Blinded by headlights that shines so you lock eyes with strangers in the mirror. I always hope for the best but something feels wrong in my chest.
You’re not alone with laments and you don’t belong to the dead yet.