I'm running my finger across the seat in places where the driver cannot see.
Just changing positions, with eyes on the road at all times. Whatever
lies ahead appears on signs, somewhere in the distance.
I think I need another point of view from windows and
headlights. All that they can say as I turn blue is aren't you having a good
time?
As silent as the man behind the wheel, I trace around the cursive lines and
steer in either direction, waiting for a dead end. Check
my pulse and count to ten.
I think I need another point of view from windows and
headlights. All that they can say as I turn blue is aren't you having a good
time?
Reach our destination soon or bury me alive. I never meant to be this
confused, in lack of a good time.
Hold my breath and count to ten while passing in and out and then ignore
the drivers' verbal blow. Pay the fare and go.
Reach our destination soon or bury me alive. I never meant to be this
confused, in lack of a good time.
I think I need another point of view from windows and
headlights. All that they can say as I turn blue, is aren't you having a good
time? A good time, a good time?