Small Victories

Driving down a one lane road and the dots are in the middle

Some motherfucker comes flying up behind me and I don't lay on the pedal

I dare him to pass me

I give him the sign

He guns to the left and then I'm gone through the night

I left him in the dirt three miles back

The check engine light's on and I'm out of gas

Limping home with our small victories

No one can beat the Eighty-Eight and me

Short lived or long gone

Now Kait's asking why I haven't moved on

A fresh start, dead end street

I've been making amends to make ends meet

From taking the turnpike to crying at work

I came for the wonders and I settled for dirt

The levy's been broken, made the well run dry

Put one in my kneecap, then they said goodbye

Limping home with our small victories

No one can beat the Eighty-Eight and me

We scream through the night with our treacherous cry

Waiting for the next punk to give us a try

But don't tell my dad that I race her like this

I think he'd understand, but he'd probably be pissed