Riding home in a hellbound car
My lover by my side
I tried to steer a different way
But it seems by rules I can't abide
So I rest my head against the glass
Scenery a pillow
Whooshing noise a bed
Led towards a house blanketed in snow
Wishing I could stop time instead
The drive is such a neutral place
It doesn't hurt to be alive
Between the nosedive and the pole vault
The steady up and down I survive
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
Riding home in a hellbound car
My lover by my side
I tried to steer a different way
But it seems by rules I can't abide
So I rest my head against the glass
Scenery a pillow
Whooshing noise a bed
Led towards a house blanketed in snow
Wishing I could stop time instead
The drive is such a neutral place
It doesn't hurt to be alive
Between the nosedive and the pole vault
The steady up and down I survive
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