Lets waste time chasing cars around our heads

We’re cruising, the needle is hovering somewhere around 72. You’ve got the roof open and the night is dark despite the bright lights flashing at me. I’m glad that we’re going away. I’m never going back to that place, ever. I don’t tell you, but I think it to myself. Never going back to the man with the nice eyes that I force myself to look at and the firm handshake that I can always match. Never going to sit in the chairs that are just the right amount of comfortable to relax people, but uncomfortable enough that they’ll leave when they’re supposed to. Never going to pretend I’m reading the boring magazines about how to be successful. I’m leaving it behind.

I don’t ever want to stop moving. Sometimes I wish I could live my whole life in a car, just my mom and me cruising and listening to music forever. We’d just wake up and be in another town, every morning. We’d sing until our voices gave out and we’d stop to have tea and coffee in grimy rest stops. Sometimes we’d stop and stay with friends, but we’d just keep on going.

But for now, I’m with you, not my mom. Eventually we will stop moving. For now, I just lay my head back and watch the night pass by.