Pad and pen,
here are Casey’s thoughts again...
Driving down the highway, Jason is strapped in because Casey’s in denial again. She doesn’t want to lose her little one.
Wake up Casey, you’re dreaming. He’s gone.
You drove under the influence.
What’s wrong with you?
This is what you get. He’s never coming back.
Driving silent like a mime with its mouth sewn shut.
You’re just like a mime, living in a black and white world.
You’re gray matter Case.
You’re a nut-case.
Where’d you put your straight jacket?
You hit your brakes to assure Jason will be safe.
Convinced that at every intersection there’s a conspiracy against you,
sure to get hit.
But Casey, it’s too late. This is what you get.
He’s never coming back.
Why’d you have to reach for more?
Lock her up.
Strap her in.
Casey's off the deep end... again.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC