[Intro]
Black paint, yellow dreams—speed bleeds into my seams
Keys bite, night drinks—who am I between the blinks?
[Verse 1]
I taste last call on the rim of the moon, lime wedge of a sliver sky
Tongue heavy with confessions I forgot to try
Tach needle scribbles graffiti on midnight’s spine
Lambo growls like a rumor that crossed the line
Phone lights up: “You good?”—three ghosts, same name
Barstool halo tilts—I baptize my shame
Memory like a zipper with a missing tooth
Snapshots flicker—me, a dare, and a peeled-back roof
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the asphalt pray in a gravel voice
Sirens rehearse for a future choice
Skin hums—engine room under my ribs
God, don’t let my heartbeat tell fibs
[Chorus]
Blackout—my name signed in fog on the glass
Yellow—like sin in a Sunday sash
I’m racing my shadow with the headlights low
Every yes I swallowed turns to no
Blackout—time spills like a drink on chrome
Yellow—caution wrapped around home
If I make it to morning, let me own the bruise
I don’t wanna lose and not know what I lose
[Verse 2]
Shot glass calendar—last week was four
Tonight is a mirror nailed to the floor
Pedal whispers lies I want to believe
“Just one more mile, then you can grieve”
Billboard saints blink—eyes full of static
Lane lines braid into something cinematic
Hands at ten and two, but my soul’s at three
Drifting through a version I don’t wanna be
[Pre-Chorus]
Rearview shows a face I almost know
Mouth says “slow,” wrists say “go”
Airbag rosary I hope I never kiss
Mercy in the margin of the abyss
[Chorus]
Blackout—my name signed in fog on the glass
Yellow—like sin in a Sunday sash
I’m racing my shadow with the headlights low
Every yes I swallowed turns to no
Blackout—time spills like a drink on chrome
Yellow—caution wrapped around home
If I make it to morning, let me own the bruise
I don’t wanna lose and not know what I lose
[Bridge]
I hear my mother’s voice in the downshift clatter:
“Baby, trophies don’t matter if the pieces scatter.”
A text unsent—“I miss who I was”—
Thumb hovers like a drone above a cause
Streetlight crown on a stumbling king
Curbside choir that can’t quite sing
Heart like a pit stop—four tires of doubt
Pit crew angels yelling “Box! Box out!”
[Breakdown]
Who turned the night into a missing file?
Who signed my smile with a counterfeit mile?
If grace has a gear, let me find its teeth—
Let me be the driver and the boy beneath
[Chorus]
Blackout—my name signed in fog on the glass
Yellow—like sin in a Sunday sash
I’m racing my shadow with the headlights low
Every yes I swallowed turns to no
Blackout—time spills like a drink on chrome
Yellow—caution wrapped around home
If I make it to morning, let me own the bruise
I don’t wanna lose and not know what I lose
[Outro]
Ignition off—silence draws the seam
I count the failures I still get to redeem
Parked on a prayer, I whisper to the night:
“Let tomorrow be a first lap done right.”
