She pulls up to my drive

At half past five

I meet her gaze with puffy eyes

And look back down at my thighs


She sings my favorite song for me

But ends up souding like a banshee

I start to crack a smile

The first one in a mile


She takes the backroads to nowhere

The wind combs through my hair

The tar makes me feel whole

My home is where the tires roll


We're just killing time

The air is theraputic, like thyme

Our laughter is like a cure

For having to endure


As the road transcends

The stars become our friends

They guide us to another life

One filled with harmony rather than strife


When the rain comes down

We can't hear a sound

We're too busy reminiscing

About the days we believed in wishing


As we drive back to reality, I don't give a care

My heart will forever live in nowhere

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