This stretch of road

Aint leading where I want to go

Ive taken this trip before

Changing course to a catharsis

Writing verses in my head

 

Im twenty over and going under

I wont chicken out tonight

Glancing across the dash into the moonlit drink

Disgusted for the last time

Done going narc on the peaches

 

Reenacting feelings of misanthropy

A life wasted on bad decisions

A slab of concrete is all that keeps me

From this everlasting wet dream

I dont even have to signal

 

Silence is golden

So here I lay

Still and breathless

And Im not complaining

Anymore