December Drive The Drive Home
scenes from a better life. they haunt me in memories of
cities and moviesand family and holidays. but i find
myself riding in cars. drowning in stories and hanging on
words that they said and mistakes that i tried to forget.
it hits me. it hurts me. if memory serves, i'll serve my
time. happily say to me it's worth forgetting. and
getting on. but honestly say to me it's more than i
should be feeling. knowing how i feel. you know me. it
hurts me. it haunts me. if memory serves i'll serve my
time. if i tried to set sail in newfound love. then my
morals and your mistakes set their own course. if the
drugs say so and you follow then you're dead to me.
what's there to stop me from ending this drive home right
here?
