This Isn't Me

Quarter to six am

This seat is cold as hell

I can barely control my hands

I wish I had someone to tell

I wish she was here by my side

To glide on this pitch with me

I wish this was just a ride

So I buckle up my expired dreams

Turn on the lights on this dread

Put on D this heart of mine

And shout with the roar

Im not dead

Is this me?

A ghost at the steering wheel

Is this me?

When the first ray of sun

Comes to dry my cheeks

I feel fine

If the call of the Dark

Will knock on my heart

I’ll say not this time

No I won’t feel that evil again

I just want to go on fast as I can

And stop saying

This isn’t me

Quarter to seven I am

A soft morning drift from the hills

In front of me a wide open land

Please, Time, don’t fade

Like this mist

Please, Time, don’t drip

From her wrists