It’s late and it’s foggy and you know
You can’t see **** through that window
But you’re driving fast.
My paranoia is kicking in
And my head is about to implode
With worry.
I grab ahold of the car seats
And stare at the road more than you ever would
As if I could prevent us from crashing
If your eyes didn’t see what mine thought they saw.
Maybe I never learned to be spontaneous.
Maybe you’re the daredevil,
And I’m the old lady who never leaves her house.
And you know that I want you to know
That I understand the beauty of the night,
How the dew sets upon the grass like stars sit up in the sky,
And I want you to know
That I embrace the feeling of freedom on empty asphalt avenues
But this whole automobile thing really throws me off.
I want you to know that I have night terrors about things
Just like this.
I want you to understand me when I say slow down,
Because I can’t help but be overcome by the images
Of our could-be deaths.
Please.
Read my body language, no,
Don’t take your eyes off of that road.
I’m tense and I’m not usually this bad
But when I’ve grown up explaining a death by
Telling people he crashed in a car,
I know that I don’t want that to be our fate.
So just listen. Listen to me when I beg you,
Slow down.