(0298) crushed under an empty car

standing under water, plans are somewhat hard to see.
we stumble in the dark of night through the only branches that have fallen from this tree.
can't understand why the pawns are placed where they're placed.
no one is waiting for anything anymore because we've waited long enough.
the past swirls around through our heads like an eternal reminder of what we've done
while the distance cuts between us like playing cards. are you on the run?

prescription pills for happiness and music for the soul..
crushed under an empty car that seemed like it was going nowhere.
have things now changed? have they morphed into mystery?
were your thoughts corrupted in silence? have you liked what you've seen?
is it disease or destination that makes you feel afraid to speak?
i lay in bed and think of nothing while the world turns without being told,
but the oscillations just cause the temperature to rise, and it fucks me up. it wakes me up.

soon, it starts to rain, and ice freezes everything.
i get in the car. i drive until i feel alive. i turn on the radio to sing.

and just right then, the dream has escaped my brain.
it's gone a hundred miles per hour through the windshield glass.

so fold up what is left and make room for room to grow.
it's getting really cold in your heart, and it's hard to walk through all the snow.

i'll finish writing this strange story in another time and space..
but for now, the day is over, and it fades away like painted stars..
a waste of unused paint.