Hold on. Hold on to handles.
But she won’t notice.
Her minds already made up
Her kids already shaken up
Front stage, in the center
She keeps looking over
He’s staring at her shoulders
Keep running. keep running. not stopping
Fingers pressed against your lips
Heading wherever this night is
Knowns this used to be easy.
But she feels the serotonin
Coursing through
Doesn’t matter to the city. it’s all her.
Hands are tied as the lines are
Watching the passing moments through the window
Head against the dash to hear the stereo better
Closing. closing both her eyes
As he lets her drift off the shoulders
He's got her feeling anxious. tilts her head back.
On the light as it dims
On her pale skin
Keeps staring. eyes are caught in the lights ahead
She’s finding it hard to focus
Radio plays a different tune.
Doesn’t know what she wants to hear
But she’s certain that it’s better than this
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