I miss leather, music and accelerated speed
The emptiness of only the road and me
Other passengers like ghosts and echos as I fly
going wherever I wanted, when I wanted, freedom to ride.
Up to 18 carrying myself by foot
A couple tests and I'm pontiac aloof
a couple pills and beers and state st. 2006,
still drove her with a winking eye, an easy fix
At 21 legally allowed to drink,
2009 and my Mercedes slipped into the garbage disposal like soap into the sink.