Drifting over asphalt,
stars slipping through the sunroof.
Full throttle.
He turned all to suddenly
(and not suddenly enough)
right into me.
Jokes on him,
he turned with plenty of room
I just never hit the break.
And as the story goes
he’s blamed as the guy
who killed my parents daughter,
when actually she slipped away,
through the sunroof and to the stars,
many years ago...
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:47 AM UTC
Drifting over asphalt,
stars slipping through the sunroof.
Full throttle.
He turned all to suddenly
(and not suddenly enough)
right into me.
Jokes on him,
he turned with plenty of room
I just never hit the break.
And as the story goes
he’s blamed as the guy
who killed my parents daughter,
when actually she slipped away,
through the sunroof and to the stars,
many years ago...
This is about how whoever I get extremely suicidal I go for a drive around my town just to think about driving and the road instead of literally anything else