Driving around in circles.
Screaming my heart out in the lyrics coming out my car radio.
The lyrics are the words I wanted to say to you.
But you decided to cut me off before I could even start the conversation.
There was a time when we used to drive around together singing along to the song we claimed was for us.
It never truly felt right to claim that something was ours when you couldn’t even claim me as yours.
You had many problems & yet I was the hot mess.
You could never keep your hands to yourself.
You could never keep your words inside your mouth.
You could never keep your feelings set for just me.
You could never keep your **** inside your pants.
& after you cheated on me you had the audacity to tell me it was my fault.
To tell me that I should’ve opened my legs to you instead of my heart.
So now I drive around for hours at a time by myself.
Crying.
Crying at the fact that I now understand the lyrics that you never did.
“Pick up my pieces . . . I wanna say I need you to hold me in your arms. . . Better safe than sorry. . . You’ll leave me before dawn. . .”