What Iz II

...15 now. Angst Steady Rising™.

Driving down the road, hurting, thinking of you. And nothing but you.

Some may think I’m drunk, but the only thing I’ve been drunk off is your love.

You make me hurt and cry and I think this is the end. Should I swerve over the yellow line and risk both of our lives and more, or should I drive over the white and crash into a tree?

The tree would embrace me more than you do, and then maybe I would feel happy and loved and free.

Maybe I should drive over this bridge and get swallowed by a whole new habitat.

I don’t know how but by the end, I will die.

Driving 29 over, running lights, not thinking, ruining other people's lives.

(Like you did mine that night) I stop,

run out the car, look over a cliff and jump, but not my body… my soul.
I fly off the edge and crash and burn, roll in the weeds, crushed.

I’m crushed and my soul’s gone

I told you something would die