i'm walking past life
like i'm driving through acid rain.
i'm going too fast
"i'll never be sixteen again"
and i'm forgetting all about the scenery
that sleeps on the other side of this timely window-sill.
but what am i to do?
i have to go solo, always without you.
parking for tourism would be the death of me,
staying overnight would get me a good night's sleep,
by which i mean i'd never ever breathe again.

i'm walking past life
like i'm driving through acid rain.