I left my psyche in the garden
Cuz I don’t need my troubles as much as I need to breathe
I drive on roads paved with thorns
But I drive on cuz I need to be free
I fill the tank up with sunsets
I grow roses in the back seat
I took my name tag off
Cuz I don’t need anyone to tell me who I’m supposed to be
My body is the night and I’m covered in freckle constellations
I’m a statistic in the gray part of life
I’m in withdrawal from inspiration
I’ve stopped using words
Cuz like me, they’re lost in translation
I’m training my thoughts to be like clouds
So good ideas will rain down from their precipitation
I live on the rose path
I shattered the rear view mirrors to never look back
I washed myself of my past in a rose petal bath
I’m driving on
I’m driving on
I’m driving on
Maybe if I drive fast enough,
I won’t be able to see the wrong