Road Trip

It’s to the point where I’m not knowing what you said
Because it’s way too loud
I want to be outside to talk things out
Of everything you’re upset about
Do I look like I’m high right now?
I’m in the dark by the corner of your night stand
I need to tell you when I feel too bad
I love you, but I don’t love that
Holy water
You’re clean
Just a traitor
To my family
You’re in hospice
And I can’t see
Just the thought of you
Really kills me