reflections in the tail lights that are as red as the roses that have been dead n gone... don't stop crosses the mind when they light up the night in its darker times of loosening up the pavement for a lil fun turning up those favorites songs... n i'm not sure if it's mine or the truck in front of me that those who claimed to be a part of my past are shining every time i step on the brakes... shit's crazy to think they'll catch up to me if i slow down or if whoever it is that's before me doesn't get outta my fuckin way... move is the thought to keeping it going so i can get on down the road somewhere before i run outta gas... it's like dodging headlights coming straight at me jus to turn to miss me going so fast... like an ex left elsewhere or one i haven't yet met... as there's hope in the wheels to never stop spinning until i get to a place where i can rest... it's as real as exposed emotions that once leaped from my chest that found the curves of the countryside leading the way... over the confusion n avoiding stop signs i can't sit still to hear someone say my name... as the mirrors are not to be pointing straight back at me for me to see what's gone wrong as i'm trying to reconfigure me as a man... whispering toodles n farewells to has beens that torn pieces of my heart off for their own personal gain i could never understand... n it seems i've been driving for such a long time every time i yield to feel the wind blowing me away... with a thought of where in the fuck did home move to when i seem to look around to realize nothing ever remains the same... having one life to get it on when getting lost is taken literally from mouth that spit venom in my face with a laugh... following the pavement to who in the fuck knows where as i'm on the loose to not caring to settle on attachments clinging to what i ignite with a flick of a match... no more images are allowed to take up space in my head... n i wish could shake the ones that have embedded themselves into my memory that never intended to travel through life with allowing luv to feel a certain tenderness when laying in a bed... it's a no for me n i said it sitting alone in lonely hotel rooms... off into the distance where no one tends to go anytime soon... listening to the night give some sorta peace to the echos bouncing off the walls in my mind... i've been cracked, bent broken, chipped, worn, torn, n reborn after being frayed... n i don't ever wanna want someone to eventually feel the pain the of leaving due to the same ol fucked up games...
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