Full Speed Ahead

I want to stop, but I can’t.

To stop would mean to admit that it’s wrong

And I can’t afford to be wrong again.

 

I want to say no more

To take the high road,

Be the bigger person,

Whatever bullshit sentiment that comes with

Doing the right thing

 

I want to stop

Stop lying

I don’t want to stop but

I know it’s wrong

But how can it be wrong

When it feels this right

 

What a cliché we’ve made of ourselves.