Despite all the shit I talked, it turns out you can run faster than me.
No matter how hard I breathe, pushing till my lungs are bursting,
I just can't keep up with the speed at which you pull away.
Since our last race I've trained and trained, even tried to race another after you hit your stride for a while.
But I'm starting to think it wasn't enough.
And in my head it worked out so differently -- I was pushing past you, catching a glimpse of your face as I pass, and we both smile knowing this is how it was always meant to be.
But in reality all I can see is the back of your head, the bottoms of your shoes, choking on the dust of your wake.
I submit defeat, just slow down for me darlin'.