2am in the back of the car
Windows down, we’ve not made it very far
Street lights paint the streets golden
For this tiny sense of peace I’m beholden
The winds bite my face with their cold
Clearing out the pain before it takes hold
My cheeks turn violent red from their assault
Replacing a sting that’s only my fault
Questions running wild, replaced by music
Singing to myself, somewhat therapeutic
The fog covers the mountains, out of sight
While trying to rewire my fight or flight
I collect my thoughts, focus on the drive ahead
Unsure if it’s colder outside or in my head
