baby driver.
drive me closer towards you.
if we can settle down somewhere
where
our lungs won’t collapse,
an abandoned home to shield us,
then maybe that will keep our stability
as hard as these nails.
to keep our eyes dilating,
better than ever before,
giving me endless excuses to get
lost in them.
i feel safe when you’re holding me near.
so drive me towards a euphoria
better than Molly
because lately she’s been dealing with her own struggles,
and i wish she had told me sooner
she has her own life
to worry about.
maybe she wouldn’t identify as
baby driver
so silent,
but i think she’s been offering
too much of her drugs.
at least to me.
i know she’ll be okay.
too many depend on her name, me included.
so let’s drive ‘til we can shield our footprints.
and let’s keep the heater running at
full blast,
to keep us singing at the top of our lungs
to help us feeling like they’re not so unstable after all.
they’re still a major part of us,
just like
how you’re the biggest part of mine.
don’t mistake my foot on this pedal
and my grip on this steering wheel
as hope,
neither as bravery,
but i promise
i’ll keep you safer than what i can’t get ahold of.
maybe when we get there,
i won’t have to slip into the cracks
of sad ordeals
where the cracks shouldn’t be
louder in my voice
when i’m shouting at the fact i have nothing to shout about.
taking a break at decent diners
paying a visit to our smiling waitress
thinking of her kids who grew up without a childhood
because she had to attend another plate of waffles
that she couldn’t make a home out of.
what a shame that
you couldn’t tend to your dearest,
i was so sure that a good company
with good company
was enough for you.
and maybe it is.
but maybe that’s why you tend to your own business instead.
i’ll love to sit and keep you around,
for as long as you keep my guilty pleasures warmer
than what your life couldn’t explain in conviction.
so let’s tip this hourglass over
so we can roam these streets,
and we’ll feel the
taste of fresh air on our skin
the windows tinted a little darker,
not that we want to be seen anyway.
and i’ll keep our music
playing on repeat ‘til we get there,
almost there,
we’re only a lifetime away,
and in the meantime
we can just dance to this
trying not to lose focus of the road
that is in constant state of jealousy.
because they see our love
in between all the red lights and stop signs and flashing sirens,
when i can’t get enough of you.
roaming around your map
instead of the nights that have taken pride in my recklessness.
i’m sorry,
you know i didn’t mean to hurt you.
i’ll burn these hours taking in
what i chose to neglect,
if that means i can drive slower
slower than the hours
that aren’t slowing down for us.
maybe we can trick this hourglass
into reaching our destination
sooner
than what these roads can’t offer.
another paid visit to a diner
that can’t keep us full for much
longer.
i’ll let you choose another song,
and i’ll try not to shy away
from your touch,
so take my hand,
the other on the wheel
because you know i need to grip onto something tighter than what this air chooses to diffuse.
drive me closer towards my perfect getaway.
i have more than enough inside of me.
more than this full tank of gas,
i always feel the need to refill,
since it’s been running at a yellow
since it’s been running low for awhile now.
pumping more of mercy than fulfillment, if anything. and i’ll let it.
so that i know i’ll be driving closer towards you.
