I penciled you into my plans to change the world
I penciled you into my dreams
You hung like a chandelier in my thoughts
My lights fused with yours
I coiled
Reprimanded myself for letting someone in
And finally opened my door
My door had been locked for years
An agoraphobic obsession that repressed loneliness
I had bigger aspirations, grander dreams
The stars shone for my passion for improvement
Self-actualization
I threw it all away to help me help myself to you
I moved the piles of clothes and memories
To make room for my boxed-up dreams in the backseat
And you sat shotgun
Fiddling with the radio
Changing the levels I had worked so hard to maintain
The rusted metal twisted on the roadside
Smoke from the tires
The scent of burnt rubber and blood
And panic
I picked myself up and you had already ran away
I brushed myself off to find only your track-marks
I peered into my backseat
Bit my lip
Prayed everything remained intact
The boxes of my dreams remained untouched
I picked them up and walked home
Leaving your track-marks and the rusted metal
And those horrid scents and images
Wiped the blood off my chin
I opened the boxes and erased your name.
I guess I�ll change the world without you.
[Back to the Station]