Driving

I always know when she’s drinking to forget

Her breath stained with regret

White wine trash TV shows

I always know when she passes out

Her lungs catch heavy and loud

Tuck the blanket under her chin

Put her to bed and then

I go driving

To the dusty side of town

I go driving

Past the factories shuttered down

And I keep telling myself

Gonna get out of this house

But I always

Turn the car around

Turn the car around

I never know what version of him

I’ll get when I walk in

Counting steps on the hardwood floors

My stomach twists the kitchen buzzes hot

As he yells about the things I’m not

Crashing like the pots and pans

Grab my keys again

I go driving

To where the roads runs out

I go driving

Underneath the midnight clouds

And I don’t know if I’m ever

Gonna get out of this house

Cause I always

Turn the car around

Turn the car around

Turn the car around