
driving at night
there's something about the way
the highway gleams at midnight
after curfew, cruising ninety-five
bottled emotions, anger fuming
windows shaking, bass is booming
crying tears of hidden rage
and loss and sorrow
of my stolen age
scratchy, lonely
way off key
words and phrases
that fit me
there's something about the way
the old road sounds
when i release the accelerator
and wind the music down
it all creeps in
in smothering waves that toss
shining new perspectives
of every love and loss
a lump in my throat
the street lights glow
i'm dreadfully reminded
in my car, i'm alone
i've lived in a bubble
every moment i've known
there's something about the way
silence feels when it starts
when there's only the hum of the crickets
and the beat of my heart
i'm parked in the carport
lights cut to black
breathing now slowly
and my mind coming back
to the place i belong
where i feel what i feel
and emotions run strong
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