Car rides back home
from familiar places
turn to memories of hurt,
I float in stasis
Headphones on
paired to my phone
Streamed to myself
A personal radio
Of all the things that I could be,
I'm hindered by my psyche
I’ll set the record fucking straight
I hate how this feels
If it were up to me,
You’d understand me even a little
But you can’t change history
There’s not a single way in hell
So no matter what I do
It feels futile and brutal
Give me all the pills,
To make me feel OK,