she didn’t feel suspicious – or paranoid
she didn’t see the distance – into the void
she learned to play with all the memories – like toys
she said it made it easier to drown the noise

she worked for years – to create confusion
as she waited for life to reveal itself as an illusion
along the way she learned not to search for conclusions

as we drove the roads around my house
she wasn’t gonna stop until she broke down
all those angry hours

she said, “don’t tell me when to turn around…
“i’ll tell you when we turn around
“just keep driving towards the moon
“don’t you dare turn around

6am underneath the subway tracks
she said if that train was a plane I’d jump right on its back
then she rolled her eyes and taught me how to fade to black

as we drove the roads around my house
she wasn’t gonna stop until she broke down
all those angry hours

she said, “don’t tell me when to turn around…
“i’ll tell you when we turn around
“just keep driving towards the moon
“don’t you dare turn around