This is how I found your ID on my driveway Skippin' on every beat, I found a rhythm on the highway This is how I found your ID on my driveway Stepped out Ms. Daisey, I broke flames on ashtrays I broke flows in my airways, with a broken soul slipping down the runway
Lost a step or two, foot fell from the stick on my shoe Falling hopelessly, hopefully I'll make do Landed on my face, my scrapes stayed like tattoos Caught off by an image of you Your birthdate relates to mine too I guess I fell for you This is how I found your ID on my driveway
I flew up a hole facing upwards My head felt the pressures, I pressed for her, pressing past a promise I once pictured pictured vividly, changing screams to whispers but a broken heart is only injured but a broken soul is unheard
So I just...listen on and listen on Let these thoughts corrupt my brain, I'm in Babylon falling's like a phenomenon Chasing broken hearts, so I can lead them on I get fulfillment in these broken sobs I been lying so much let the truth begone
I've owned two IDs, I lost mine on the highway and found yours on my driveway.
This poem is about the relation of my outside world vs my home life. Finding "your" id in my driveway means finding my second life at home. My home life wasn't good at all so I often lived two lives separate from each other.
Beginning with "lost a step or two..." this verse gives imagery of how I fell to the feet of my broken self, how I was beginning to accept this side of me as real and it was scary how I had to identify as it.
"I flew up a hole facing upwards" that phrase to me means I was falling into something I couldn't have expected, continuing through the verse I refer to my mom as the "her" and the promise was really that we'd be okay. "Changing screams to whispers.." was me accepting my broken side of myself who had heard all the issues and arguments in my broken family to the point where they had numbed the screams to whispers. The next segment: "but a broken.." refers to how I had felt my heart being injured, I was hurt yet I could at least have the comfort of people understanding but when my soul couldn't speak it felt like I was being suffocated.
"So I just...listen..." This next verse was the broken side just being obsessed with the pain of it all, I began to chase the feeling of sadness to feel something.