I drove so far I found it hard to believe in myself.
Sharing what little I had of a shadow with the id…
And supermen waltzed by.
There’s a smell stuck on the back of my troath
that keeps reminding me of you.
Makes a difference when the sun goes down.
Right this way, the voice breaks.
There was something else she wanted to say.
Tear it up,
all into pieces.
So they can be arranged into something that makes sense.
There’s a voice in the back of my head,
It reminds me of you.
In the sunrise it will make a difference
and drag me to meet
Some of the things I didn’t want to see.
I drove far enough that no one would believe in me,
to take of the lid and let the shadows roam free.
Supermen waltz by.