White knuckle drivin’
On a bald tire
With no heat
I’ve always tried to be
Cold blooded
Goin’ sixty down
Woodward
In the parts that don’t
Take kindly to my
“Hippie Chick”
Bumper sticker
208 warbles on the busted
Tape deck
Shakin’ the broken mirrors
And rattlin’ the fogged plexiglass
But the noise makes my head
Feel at home
No time to look behind me
Keep on truckin’
Got my chips cashed in
Call me the doo-dah man
A man that exudes comfort
What’s wrong with wantin’ to feel good
All the
Fuckin’
Time
Spark a spliff
Out drive the gas leak
It’s over four bucks a gallon
I’d get more bang for my buck
With a fuckin’
Eight ball
These days
Probably better mileage too
Lettin’ your heart hurt more and more
Each day
Is less painful than
Your wallet
Let the suspension rust
Crack under the pressure
Of potholes in the road
And pot burnin’ holes in your
Brain
Turnin’ memories into
Minefields
The nostalgic crunch of metal
Wakes you up at the wheel
The noise blends comfortingly with
The noise in your head
The potholes hit like home
As soon as you hit south
Of Eight Mile
Comin’ home at three
In the goddamn mornin’
Railed on flat Red Bull
And Adderall
Feel the skin tighten
Around your face
Tinglin’ with dehydration
Swervin’ down the freeway
Side swipe the rumble strip
Drunken side swipes on Tinder
Too afraid to DM girls
I think I vaguely know
Too afraid to say
“I’m just lookin’ for someone to talk to”
As if the internet can somehow
Fill the void
Isolating us from the inside out
But do I wanna go back down that road?
Ten hours spent
Crunchin’ bone marrow into dust
Turn life to powder
Tendin’ bar for a buncha
Entitled brats
That have never heard how
To
Insure
Proper
Service
Just cause it gives me enough money for rent
And the pills that help me keep
My gorgeous figure
Seventy five
The long and winding road
You know like the back of your
Cracking hands
Jaques Brel covers
On the AM
Let the car veer on the curve
Let the potholes turn your brain
To the one way
Dead end
Oncoming
Impending doom
Of the void
Let the hole swallow your axle
Let your thoughts swerve
Intrusively
Take me home to loneliness
To emptiness
To a haunted house
I’ll never find my way
Out of
But at least the void
Has the comfort
Of home
Here
I am alone
With no expectations
To even exist
And no one to disappoint
But myself