In my dark hours I jumped in the car and drove. No idea where Or what direction But I just went, Through neighborhoods, Wandering around...
Got a text: Where are you? But I was lost and wanted to stay that way, So off went the phone.
Music up Louder than it should have been Everything from U2 to Awolnation To Pink Floyd and more - Just driving, Wandering, Trying to figure out what to do.
Depression is stupid. Taking what we knew to he ourselves And cracking it up like a car accident, Spitting it out to roll down te highway And get smahed into pieces. But it's the story of my life.
What would the genre be? Tragedy? Comedy? Such a strange thought that I could have some control over it... To make it a comedy And drive off the bridge before me. But I was too afraid I would live.
After hours of tears And years of hurt unraveling, I pulled into a place far, far away from home And pretended I didn't exist.