'open' neon red glow hailing every lost driver. here, in the middle of nowhere Canada, we've been waiting for you!
the fluorescence of the diner bathroom is unforgiving on my skin. why does this song hurt? this coffee tastes like the cigarette smoke I can smell on her skin. I wonder where she lives. is it a far commute to work? i want to ask. i should've ordered whiskey. **** this song. i want to grab her, come back. let me tell you my stories.
I'm here. I'm alive. Can't you see me?
I wonder who she's wearing that cherry lipstick for. her face is drained. years of too much sun and too much smoke in her lungs. but there is a light in her eyes. is there a certain trucker that comes in like clockwork? two sugars, one milk, he'll grin. she'll nod. knowing that in exactly twelve minutes he'll be holding her leg up and biting her neck against the bathroom door. i wonder if they keep the lights on. for her sake, I hope not. I grab my keys. thank you, I'd say. instead I put my head down and carry on without a word. back to my lonesome roads and bittersweet silence. maybe tomorrow someone will see me.