night fell asleep waiting
for my departure.
the highway was empty at 5
in the morning
and the sunrise felt personal.

2 cigarettes left in a yellow box,
Ryan Adams, Rocky Votolato,
and John Coltrane filled the car.
my head was light and the coffee
i swallowed complained it was too cold
inside of my insides.

i can never slow down.

my uncle told me my face gets more
defined every time.
my aunt said my jaw looks a bit broken.
my grandmother was silent.

but at least my parents were proud
that i left so early to make that
******* final.

it's over.
the flings.
the ballads.
the effort.
it's all an atomic bomb in my head
and i don't ever take cover.
watching while they pass out black daisies

i leave my body for you.