I am the passenger, as emotion sits in the front seat
Car-sick, we twist and swerve through residential areas at a speed limit of 65
Why anyone would want to go that fast through a suburban domain....beats me
But as a passenger, the only thing I can do is hold on and stare
Terrified, I contemplate for days, weeks, years...
But now I know, we are running away from bullshit,
so now I hold on even tighter and sit back and enjoy the ride!