it’s all in this rearview mirror of regret
I’ve been playing the odds even on risky bets
as I try to finally forget
my high frequency desires
almost enough to quit
almost enough to kick it out
almost enough to lay it down
and just walk out the door
almost enough to quit
almost enough to wrap it up
almost enough to cut the wires
and leave them on the floor
been changing direction like the changing of lanes
alone with my signals bouncing back off the rain
my thoughts loop in never ending refrains
to the tempo of road and tires
I watch the spill of coffee on my sleeve
Is this the sign I needed so I could finally leave
Is this how life leads or tries to deceive
while I’m caught in my inner crossfires