Driving silence between us like a drunk, suicidal driver behind the wheel of a car going 180mph down the wrong lane on the highway.
An alcoholic addicted the the rush you feel when you know you should die any second now.
When will you hit the breaks?
WHEN will you let me into your car?
Not so I can go down with you, no, not so I can take the wheel that's not what I want.
I want you to let me in,
and just drive.
