I need blinds on my car
I’ve been listening to love songs
Wondering if I’d feel like them again.
My heart and brain don’t feel the same
But maybe it’s because I don’t sleep alone.
I’ve been picking up hitch hikers
And waking up to them slamming my door.
I wipe my face and pick up a broken cigarette off the floor.
Laying across the back seat,
I know all the words to this song
But I don’t picture anyone when I sing.
My heart feels satisfied in knowing it exists in others.
I know in time I’ll drive to the next town
And I probably won’t stop to settle down.
There is no fear nor loathing.
There seems to be nothing I’m hoping for.
Just a simple life with cigarettes on the floor.