THREE DAYS AGO IM IN A TRIP IN YOUR VINTAGE CHEVY TRUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF BOSTON MA AND IM SEEING ALL OF THE LOVED ONES I ONCE KNEW AND ALL OF THE PLACES I ONCE LOVED IN YOUR LITTLE STEERING COLUMN AND ITS FUCKING WITH ME HARD BUT IM SITTING THERE PLAYING WITH YOUR FINGERS AS YOURE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME AND IM SEEING TIME SLOWING DOWN AND ALL THERES LEFT TO DO IS SIT BACK AND ENJOY EMPTY SPACE AS YOU ROCK MY HEAD BACK AND FORTH TO THE WHITE NOISE ON THE RADIO FUZZING ON YOUR STEREO SYSTEM //
// I CANT STOP SEEING EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE THERE IS NO CONCEPT OF TIME IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD I FEEL LIKE ILL NEVER HAVE TO DO ANYTHING EVER AGAIN OH FUCK WHAT ABOUT MY PARENTS WHAT WILL THEY DO WHEN THEY KNOW IM GONE IM NOT GONE IM JUST IN SPACE WHERE AM I IM JUST YOURE HERE AND IM HERE AND WHERE AND WHY AND OH GOD IM GOING TO THROW UP THIS IS FUCKING ME UP INSIDE I CANT KEEP DOING THIS ITS RIGHT NOW AND IM HERE RIGHT NOW HOLY FUCK IM BACK //
// I PICK MY HEAD OFF OF THE DASHBOARD AND WIPE WET TEARS OFF OF MY CHEEKS AND TURN TO YOU AND TRACE YOUR COLLARBONES FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE HOURS BUT IS ONLY A MINUTE OR TWO AND SINK INTO THE PASSENGERS SEAT WITH A SIGH WHILE MY BRAIN SPIRALS BACK INTO ANOTHER ROUND OF WAR WITH QUESTIONS OF THE UNKNOWN
