This poem was kind of similar to what I had in mind for Hand on a Window - this has been a metaphor in the back of my head for a long time and I finally decided to write about it.

This parking lot is actually a specific memory I have tied to my first high school. Bad stuff happened my freshman year between me and another person, so most of my last quarter I spent listening to music, pacing, and singing in the teacher's parking lot while my sister was at winter guard practice. I would often see the other person walking off school grounds as I was there, and it would often trigger a panic attack. This one specific day, Ain't No Rest for the Wicked started playing, and so I sang as loud as I possibly could in attempt to stop freaking out. I still remember sitting there leaned up against that white van just singing my out my soul with the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I am moving soon and going to a different high school - which is what this is mainly about. I've built up so many fears and rules based on the experiences I've had in this school, and I'm terrified to leave, but at the same time, I know it's probably for the best.

As for the song mentioned, I really wanted to do a Cage the Elephant song, specifically Ain't No Rest for the Wicked, but none of the ones I could think of that were relevant to the poem fit my rhyming scheme. My friend had recently sent me this song he wrote called "Bitter Pills," and I related to it a lot. I found it not only fit well with specific things I brought up in the poem, but it was also the song I could think of that best fit my rhyming scheme, so I stole one of his verses to use in the poem. :) (lol he knows about it)

Hope you enjoyed!

Stealthheart