sevensilly
Bluelighter
A Song About Driving (Dinner Date)
I didn’t notice that I was swerving on the wrong side of the road. I’d even managed to ignore the nuisance of the humming tires.
Why feel lost in the stretch of the pavement when there’s anxiety to look forward to?
If there were a word to use to describe this scenery, it would be “new--” A sickness of sobriety, like quiet cemeteries..
I’m mourning ‘cause I haven’t drank..
And my nerves are frigid from the broken heater. The decors on the dash are monotonous. I don’t get it because they don’t even move.
So, as I approach the drive, I glance at my reflection and move any misplaced hair. Check my breath and pulse, then stroll to the porch.
I ring the doorbell. My racing heart- I catch her figure’s beautiful silhouette. Then she greets me with her modest smile
and I with my phony nervous smirk.
Cheers. I open the passenger door.I get in myself then speed off into the horizon as she
looked at the sideview mirror lighting her cigarette.
I didn’t notice that I was swerving on the wrong side of the road. I’d even managed to ignore the nuisance of the humming tires.
Why feel lost in the stretch of the pavement when there’s anxiety to look forward to?
If there were a word to use to describe this scenery, it would be “new--” A sickness of sobriety, like quiet cemeteries..
I’m mourning ‘cause I haven’t drank..
And my nerves are frigid from the broken heater. The decors on the dash are monotonous. I don’t get it because they don’t even move.
So, as I approach the drive, I glance at my reflection and move any misplaced hair. Check my breath and pulse, then stroll to the porch.
I ring the doorbell. My racing heart- I catch her figure’s beautiful silhouette. Then she greets me with her modest smile
and I with my phony nervous smirk.
Cheers. I open the passenger door.I get in myself then speed off into the horizon as she
looked at the sideview mirror lighting her cigarette.
