Sitting in a forward position
Facing a new direction
I look up and I see you
Standing there
Waiting for me to back up
Swing back through
Drive this patch of road
Again.
I'm breaking the rear view mirror
Because you appear closer than you really are.
Bigger than you really are.
An illusion
I can't go back
Can't keep driving in circles.
I'm breaking the rear view mirror
Because if I make this trip again
I need to give up my license.
I'M in the driver seat.
I can only go back if I choose to go back
And I keep choosing.
And so now I'm late.
I'm late.
I'm missing appointments
Opportunities and dates
Because I won't break my mutha fuckin' rear view mirror!
Damn a seven year bad luck
I'm driving on a flat tire
On the same round trip.
It's meant to help with quick glances back
To make sure I'm safe not to hit something in my way
Or something I've already passed in the past.
I've got to break my rear view mirror
Because I keep seeing you
With your thumb up
Hitchhiking on my happiness
And I keep picking you up
Expecting a 'thanks for the ride'
But no.
Time to drop you off at this bus stop
And drive off.
I've GOT to break my rear view mirror.
And drive on.
0 comments:
Post a Comment