Starting Line

Trying to fit within the usual shit
 But I feel like a square peg in the round hole
 In a road construction site
 I'm wound up way too tight
 Is my beloved city turning on me?
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 So what if I've fallen behind
 Behind the starting line
 Because its already over-now
 In a morning commute/ a jet roars overhead
 That just took off from the runway at O'Hare
 Caught in a sea of clock punchers just like me
 And I feel like I'm getting nowhere
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 I'm starting to feel/ a tight grip at the wheel
 Two lanes merging but they won't let me in
 And keeping with tradition releasing CO2 emissions
 The heavens are burning
 But how else can I get by?
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 It's over now...