they called me
queen of the roads
because i knew
every street
in the city
every avenue
every shortcut

they'd tell me
"here's the address"
and i'd get there
as if i'd driven the route
every
****
day

i had never been lost before
i always knew where to go
queen of the roads
but she didn't know
-or maybe she did-
that the reason
i was so good
was because
i was so afraid
of being out of control

so she took me
and kissed me
embraced me
told me i was the queen
and i believed her
but then
she dropped me
-not before she spun the compass-
and for the first time
i was lost

my hands were not comfortable
on the steering wheel
my foot was not at home
on the pedals
my eyes
they were not used
to this scenery
the blinding darkness
from which
there was no escape
because -oh
thats right-
she blew out my headlights too

she was a hurricane
and i was the driver
and she locked my brakes
and she pushed me
straight into that tree
on the corner of
goose street and rose drive
and that's the last there was
of the
queen of the roads