Cars

It's like chasing the dragon you never catch
except you'll get it every time
if only you had asked
and it's hitting the pedal to the floor
but your not going anywhere any more

how you wished you'd always be there
but some how you're always stuck in a place
stuck in a corner of your mind
pretending the days don't mash together
that strings of thought
don't go placing land mines
exploding with every re-encounter

it's pretending the coffee never smells the same
and it's telling you the door is always closed behind you
if this is what you wanted,
you'd never have to worry
this is all you get

at what point
do the wheels keep turning with no tread
the veins in your elbow can't burst once again
saying too many things at once
get's old

the hands are always changing
same place different moments
and I like the smell of your coffee
being in this belt is less of a curse than
and I have nothing to say
when your hand is the hand that feeds me
mine will just be the ones that need you