The ride home was quite.
Both of us scared to say something
She turns up the radio thinking that will make things better
Her angry
I embarrassed
Once again I screwed up
Once again I called her to pick me up so I can run away
How many times I have sat in the passenger seat in silence?
One too many
I almost thought of saying something,
But when I opened my mouth to speak the words got stuck in my throat
I wish I could say something
I am numb to any kind of emotion
I don’t feel guilty
I don’t feel bad
I am too selfish to see what I did wrong
It’s all about me
No one else matters
