i do not have a train ticket anymore so i cannot get on the plane. the freeways are feeling tired today. i am driving around town. drunk, but i am not drinking.
my windsheild is getting foggy and i do not know why. my lips are chapped because you have not been here to kiss me in the morning. the window is open and my arm hangs from it gently. the cigarette between my fingers feels unused. i miss you, and i am wondering if you miss me. the red light is beginning to kill me.
the radio is playing music but i don't hear anything. i think it is a love song, but i really can't hear it. i am smiling.
"but if i break you, will you stay?"