riding with the night behind me chasing the sun i can’t seem to stay warm.  God cries for the pain i cause myself and his tears hit the winows in time with the nursery rhyme the kids are singing to so they won’t be stuck indoors.
Never wanted to be alone but i sure was asking for it.  Never understood why you had to run from a man to catch him. The travelor passes me his headphones. the tune chases me down memory lane and drags me back into the night my head bobs with the bumps in the road because i can’t feel the rhythm anymore. It would be nice to sleep. I imagine dreams with fractured scenes opening up to something happier that i ccant quite reach.

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