DESCRIPTION:
2007

I sing along to stay awake.
“That was just for you,” she said.
A second home behind this wheel, as generations scream.
Drives like this cause questions you don’t want to face.

The rearview mirror mocks you.
Can you deal with who you are?

I am done with these circles you call conversation.
Past decisions haunt every step we take, every smile that we fake.
Forward motion means saying goodbye to a realization of what we already know inside.

And those days were killers.
The sun sat on our necks, endless thoughts sustained in time, anxious for an action.
This scene was meant for the silver screen tonight.
Too bad our only audience is that vast night sky.
I bet your stars are better than mine.

I am done with these circles you call conversation.
Past decisions haunt every step we take, every smile that we fake.
Forward motion means saying goodbye to a realization of what we already know inside.

Oh yeah, by the way -- everything you ever thought, everyone you ever thought you knew, it was a lie.
We’re all alone.
There is nothing left to do, but turn the page, stare at the blank sheet, in all its glory, and begin all over again.
No excuses this time.

The rearview mirror mocks you.
Can you deal with who you are?

I am done with these circles you call conversation.
Past decisions haunt every step we take, every smile that we fake.
Forward motion means saying goodbye to a realization of what we already know inside.