(047) passing out behind the wheel

do we tell these jokes to each other just to hide our sadness? another day, another sunrise... another wasted shadow. through the walls of barren silence, we scream through the night. wake up, and the alarm sounds the best when you can't hear it. i don't remember being alive. there aren't anymore stones to throw back into the lake. no more mistakes. no more sanity. no more sudden flashes of beauty. i drive down the same highway for hours, slowly passing out behind the wheel. but it's all okay, right? no. it's not. they never realized what we see. so soon, the walls were coming down. the sun was burning us through the windows that we couldn't roll down in time, and my eyes were frozen shut. i became numb underneath this skin. and when i reached out my hands in front of me, i was grabbing onto an already disappearing hope. stay here with me in the dark until i learn to reject this demented heart.