running on fumes

barely hit the road and already out of gas, knowing its because i tend to move so goddamn fast, but if i make a pit stop here i might not ever make back, to the way that i am speeding and the way im moving past, everything that makes me anxious, everything that makes me sad,

its clear to me avoiding things is what i shouldn't do, so ill kick myself and yell and scream until my face is blue, but if you saw whats in my head i think you might avoid it too, maybe getting out and runnings my next action to pursue, because every damn day im just running on fumes,

its a phrase commonly used when we've had a painful week, but with a s**t record like mine it seems to me im on a streak, for days my tired eyes are something i cant seem beat, and i think about how rest is something i drastically need, then i push the petal to the floor, im my worst enemy