joyride

I’m driving home

And I can’t get you on the phone

I feel so lonely

I greet your voicemail

Tell you I love you

In words doused in honey

And I drive up, up and down

Scrape these balding wheels downtown

I watch the lights change their minds

Several cycles

Da, da

Da, da, da, da, da, da

Da, da

Da, da

Da, da, da, da, da, da

Da, da

I wish I weren’t

So codependent

I take a swim in self-hatred

I try again

To make some kind of friend

But the world is tainted

So I go home

Spend the golden hour with my ghosts

And I face doom as I scroll

The AI doctor

Says I’m bipolar

But I just wanna lean on a shoulder

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah