fuckin road trip

three full and crucial years have passed
but now i'm being forced off the wagon
and into relapse.
i thought it took time to build and rebuild.
why are you handing me your guilt?
the pieces you give me — they're pure. they shine.
but my guilt is dirty because it's entirely mine.
don't tell me the last three years didn't matter.
that all you really need is six weeks
and a couple of common interests.
look through the last three years
at the people i found.
don't think for a second i'm ready to put them underground.


here i am, the elephant in the driver's seat
i've got no room to move and i have to keep my eyes on the road