Speeding Ticket

Visions undercover
As a whisper that just hovers
Into heads waiting to scream
But until then it's just a dream
Have you awakened
Ahead of speed
What's nauseating
Could set you free

What's good for you
Is it relief
Is it time
To feel a real thing

This is the second that we leave
Behind the air we used to breathe
Slide away from my feet
Where the air lost its scent
And my eyelashes meet
I've got a speeding ticket to you
Just awaiting in my sleep

What's good for you?
Is it relief
Is it time
To feel a real thing

And I saw you
Using those eyes
As a wicked device
Your mouth was making that sound
But the noise didn't coincide
And I gave you that power to decide
Making me run around
To feel alive
Making me run around
Just to hide