70mph

This could be dangerous, stupid.
Country lanes, late at night.
We're driving from something.

Driving at seventy.
We've done something wrong, haven't we?
We shouldn't have fled.

Driving at seventy.
It shouldn't really bother me.
But some shit sticks more than the rest.

This is crazy, the past is catching us up.
I'm going along with it, but still reluctant.
The crime was repugnant.
I can't do the time.

Is this the end? This must be the end.
Late night, country lane. In the rain.

They found the wreckage in the undergrowth, but not what they were running away from.