cazz machine

This is the Cazz Machine

2003 Hyundai Sonata.

and even though it's a car

I look at it more like a best friend,

because having it around is the most consistent thing in my life these days

and nothing makes me feel better than a car drive.

the Cassidy Remedy.

On the way home,

this car hears my confessions.

I think tonight I'll take the long way.

This weather.

The wind outside is biting.

It has left me feeling tired & exposed.

You've been asking me to bleed.

It seems these kinds of questions

come too easy to you now.

Your lack of shame comes naturally.

I should not be surprised.

I should have seen it sooner.

You expect me to apologize

for things that you've done wrong.

While you're inciting others.

You're owning up to nothing

and I wish that I was gone,

because you're not going anywhere.

This damp air

is fighting my defroster.

My sighs they ring victorious

& fog this tinted glass.

It's clouded

& so is my head.

The hint of these new tears are sharp.

I try to choke them back.

But it's useless.

I am useless against them.

They are beating me with ease.

On the way home

this car hears my confessions.

I think tonight I'll take the long way.

You expect me to apologize

for things that you've done wrong.

While you're inciting others.

You're owning up to nothing

and I wish that I was gone,

because you're not going anywhere.

On the way home

this car hears my confessions.

I think tonight I'll take the long way.