This patch is three miles
But it feels like forever
It always feels like I’ll never
Drive far enough or fast enough
I just keep coming back to these three miles
And you keep
Looking out that window
where there's nothing for days
I watch you watching
Nothing I can see
And your breath makes the window
Fog in the very worst ways
I thought I could
Maybe make the quiet shut up
Make the silence silent
But all I could ever hear was
The radio’s low din
Some song I never wanted to sing.
Picture - N
Words - S (with an assist from N)
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