they told me not to drive or drift away
that i'd end up where you are;
that night i drove away
drunk on your love, you were
not where i ended up
i thought you were my home
wherever you were, i wanted to be
but that night i drove away
i ended up six feet under
and where were you?
walking helplessly over me
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
