Long Drives Home
Every time Im on a long drive home at night I always panic.
I always think to myself how dark it is.
How fast were going.
And how fast things can go incredibly wrong and I wont make it home.
How the car could swerve out of control...
Roll over...
Come to an abrupt stop.
And how those special to me never knew that they were in my last thoughts.
Even those who come to mind during my panics I wish I could get closer to.
I want them to know how I feel.
But though I realize their affect on me.
This doesnt make it any easier to let them know how I feel.
Long drives home are very scary to me.
I panic all by myself without a soul knowing.
The closer I get home the more at ease I am.
But that doesnt make it any easier to let those know how I feel.
I always think to myself how dark it is.
How fast were going.
And how fast things can go incredibly wrong and I wont make it home.
How the car could swerve out of control...
Roll over...
Come to an abrupt stop.
And how those special to me never knew that they were in my last thoughts.
Even those who come to mind during my panics I wish I could get closer to.
I want them to know how I feel.
But though I realize their affect on me.
This doesnt make it any easier to let them know how I feel.
Long drives home are very scary to me.
I panic all by myself without a soul knowing.
The closer I get home the more at ease I am.
But that doesnt make it any easier to let those know how I feel.