I need blinds on my car

by kuylerquijas

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.