I wish I could blame the year that took you from me
Live a life in compartments but time doesn't agree
Doesn't ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way
Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me
This borrowed life, on borrowed time
No joy in treading on you
No love from the strong
No comfort in solitude
No hope in song
Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me
My destination is out of reach
Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate
No room for empty voices
No love in hate
No pity left for myself
No time to waste
Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday
My words release me and I am free
