by car

Beloved dark sky you bring out the best and worst in me so..
Black Santeria as you take familiar shape
sinking deep beneath my anxiety.
Every single time I feel this cool sensation of breathing at this hour of night-to-morning I live,
Because the air tastes different--and that is a fact.
Its my ode to the love of hearing rubber and concrete exchanging conversation.
As a million miles sends a million smiles
Its from that evil within that also tells me how I feel
Its from the good within that tells me right from wrong
Yes, I know what it feels like to be touched by the dark
And they weren't my proudest moments.
So drain the head pains as my minds wants to implode,
While my eyes enlarge, and my skin feels like leather
tell me all that makes me happy
is really what is just killing me