Driving, driving
Down this secluded, dusty road,
It’s dark, the night
And I’m driving.
I’m alone, but I’m not lonely
Just have to get there,
Where ever I’m going,
But it’s this shadowy path,
This illusory feeling…
Unreal it is, and tells me so,
When I’ve truly stopped breathing
When I’ve accepted I’m drowning.
These trees, this road, they melt away,
Slowly I slip
Out of consciousness and I don't mind, feels
Right, feels meant to be.