i've been waking up to desaturation all my life. i don't know why but i've been rolling over in the same grey-skinned body, opening shoddy eyes, heart heavy as a hangover. i climb into your chevy with it in my hands. i know this is the fifth time i've lit a cigarette since i quit, but my lungs needed the ash. did you know, in a car crash, just one person not wearing a seatbelt would worsen the casualties? so if you see the casual ease with which i bare my chest, know that the carnage of my reckless form, hail in a storm of steel and violence, at least felt sorry. the starry dark of a backroad, an explosion of light, a bright metal supernova and colors even my eyes can't doubt; we'll all find out exactly how heavy my guilt is when the body sorrow built ascends through the windshield.
Loving you is like driving In an open lane. There are no distractions, No other obstacles. Long as I am with you everything is fine. Loving you is like having the radio blast your voice through the speakers. Your arms the seat belt that fits snug around me Protecting me from ****** harm. The quirk of your smile dangling from the air freshener above. Loving you is like driving In an open lane & my lips are the bumper to the outer edge of my heart. My lips follow the guideline of the lane. Trailing each curve of the road. Loving you is like driving with no destination in mind. Just as long as I am with you
You once told me that if you were to end your life, you'd pour chemicals on your car, On yourself, And maybe take a couple sips while your at it.
You said you would light that **** on fire and watch the world burn around you. And I know that if you told that to our society, they would laugh and just say,
"Don't forget to put on your seatbelt."
This one is even a bit darker than usual, so I apologise for that. The message in this is about how society does not do enough about suicide prevention and mental health. My friend who suffers from very bad depression had a conversation with me about it and I wrote this.
Death was coming oh so near And yet there still was no touch of fear The snow was tinged all black As my head hit the steering wheel with a crack Not much is remembered from that night When I tried to touch the stars with all my might