"Rear view"

[anandaphoenix]

Don't ask me what I'm seeing in the rear view,
in the rear view mirror.
Ain't nothing but trouble,
Ain't nothing but trouble.

Ask me what you really what you want to know,
Ask me, "Hey, brown eyes, what you outrunnin'?"
I ain't nothing you don't want me to be,
and you want me to be everything.

Nothing but trouble.
Nothing but trouble.

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Play the game, but play it square.
And you, brown eyes, you get to stay on my mind,
under my skin, the heat on my boxed ears.

I can't outrun the night,
that's what I'm tellin' you.
That's all I see in the rear view.
Just ugly night, ulgy dark, and nothing but trouble.

I don't know why you had to ask,
why you climbed in with me or why I let you,
But you did, and I did, and the doings done.
But now we're outrunnin' the same thing.

Is this how it works?
Is this how you and me, how we're 'spose to be?

This poem was satisfying. Felt good, getting it off my chest and out of my mind.
Don't get that often. Heh.