split lanes

Sitting in the drivers seat I felt the darkness coloring me in.
Driving forty-eight in a fifty-mile zone, I gaze as cars fly past me going sixty and more, as it's only 2:40 in the morning.
Beautiful sight, to see the city nature linger the streets.
For them all is safe.
Friends waiting as I tell them I'm on my way,
In all reality I'm sitting right here, typing my lullaby.
Beautiful world, stings like a bee,
Scary world, hovers like a flower.
Love me alone.