Delayed Gratification
Navigating Life's Shadows: Bike Routes' Delayed Gratification Insights
Lyrics
I fear I'll release this and nothing will change
I am afraid that even after expressing myself, nothing significant will change.
You won't get that hint and I'll still be the same
You might not understand my subtle cues, and I will remain unchanged.
I won't be forward enough with the words I choose to make any semblance of a difference
I struggle to be direct with my words, making it difficult to have a meaningful impact.
A pat on the back or a slap on the wrist
I may receive either positive or negative feedback for my actions.
I wonder if Springsteen ever felt like this
I ponder if even someone like Springsteen experienced similar emotions.
And now I walk through the city at night
I traverse the city during the night.
With these bad, bad, bad thoughts in my mind
I grapple with troubling thoughts in my mind.
You don't believe in me and I swear that's fine
You lack belief in me, and I accept that.
But I don't think I'm gonna come home tonight
I doubt I will return home tonight.
And I wanna die in a fireball on the highways
I contemplate a dramatic and intense end, envisioning a fiery crash on the highways.
Driving the Olds' Eighty-Eight
Driving an Oldsmobile Eighty-Eight, a specific car model.
But now I've got a nosebleed on 295
I currently face a nosebleed while on Interstate 295.
And I am praying that I make it home alive
I pray to make it home safely despite the circumstances.
So I can say the things that I've gotta say to my father
I want to express important things to my father.
For the first time in my life
This would be the first time in my life for such communication.
For the last time
It may also be the last time for this type of conversation.
Because Dad I've paid attention
I acknowledge and appreciate my father's influence.
I've watched every move
I have closely observed and taken note of every action.
I swear I've learned my lesson
I assure you that I have learned my lesson.
Look at all the things I do
My actions speak to the lessons I've learned.
Anyone else would've sold that car for spare parts
Others might have sold the car for parts, but not my father.
But you built it back piece by piece until it would finally start
He painstakingly rebuilt the car, piece by piece, against the odds.
No one in this family is so musically inclined
Musical talent is not a common trait in our family.
But I remember when I was young
Despite this, I recall moments from my youth when my father sang to me every night.
You'd sing to me every single night
Reflecting on the past, remembering the nightly singing sessions with my father.
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