Close to midnight, close to 90 mph.
I love these lonley road trips when the top is down and the warm night sky could just swallow me up. After months of silence, I have my ex on the phone. Somewhere on I-5 still somewhat alone. In searching for my soul, I'm searching for the right words to say. Yet everything that comes out of my mouth is such polite bullshit. I wish I could tell what I still feel. But that would only serve to strike her back.
And so the endless black ribbon stretches forever in front of me. I'm in the hands of fate tonight.
I love these lonley road trips when the top is down and the warm night sky could just swallow me up. After months of silence, I have my ex on the phone. Somewhere on I-5 still somewhat alone. In searching for my soul, I'm searching for the right words to say. Yet everything that comes out of my mouth is such polite bullshit. I wish I could tell what I still feel. But that would only serve to strike her back.
And so the endless black ribbon stretches forever in front of me. I'm in the hands of fate tonight.
tarbaby:
i'm so jealous. i need to take a road trip soon....very,very soon
dave_h:
good to see you today brother.