I’ve been watching myself turning from bad to worse. I’ve been locked up in the basement putting bad habits first. I wont answer my phone because I want to be left alone to shed all the skin that makes me well up and choke. I’m not alive, Im just as good as dead. I cant find a reason why I should even get out of bed. Just make it stop, just make it go away. I’ll give you everything I have if you’ve got the right words to say. But I can get by on what little is left in here. If I can just get away from my shadow, I’m in the clear. Then it will stop and it will all go away. I’ll be everything I was, I’ll be everything I wanted to be. I’m out of my mind and I’m out of your sight. So I just drive. It doesn’t matter where. I put my foot to the floor and let the wind blow through my hair. I’ll never stop. There is nothing for me out there. I’ll be on the roads less traveled while it all fades in the mirror.
