I drove through my thoughts and seated myself in anger. I was mad at you, turned that around into myself. Either way it sucks. Shoulda just been done way before, darkness in the rose garden. Scars have to heal before they can be explored. Saturated in sadness I drove away to explore.
I blocked out all the mean things you said of course. I texted you and I asked you to take me back for more. There was no more so I went to sycamore. I drove away and the anger came. Everything with sober eyes I had to explore, that last tremble, I was so sore.