Getaway Car

Drunk at an open bar

Coating your lungs in tar

You said, "You saw the pain right behind my eyes"

As if my transparency had earned you a prize

Wishing I'd stopped you

Then you opened your mouth again

Turning your anecdotes into a net

Holding me under your heady ascent

High and saying nothing

High and saying nothing

High and saying nothing

Nothing at all

Staring at the open sky

I said, I feel small tonight

You took that to mean, I was choked by my grief

But really it was an overwhelming relief

To be high and feeling nothing

High and feeling nothing

High and feeling nothing

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Standing here, two feet apart

I imagine myself in a getaway car