Keep Driving, or Slam the Breaks
"He's so gay!" is screamed down the hall
like the screeching wheels of spinning tires
rubbing against the road too harshly
and when you spin around in the vehicle of your body
and your headlights zone in on the perp
your engine is roaring to life and ready to implode
Turn back around and take a left at the stop light
Take another right
Another left
another right
another left
And find yourself at your new school
The tires are fresh, your car is cleaned, you're ready to begin
Drive down the road and find the end of the street
There was a wreck today with many casualities
You see one friend after another taken home by their parents
and soon your own comes to get you
and tows your vehicle home
Pull out of the garage after weeks of being alone
push forward, collect that diploma, and pass go
Find yourself parked outside your dorm
A community parking lot
making love in the backseat with a stranger
Slowly your gas tank leaks and your vehicle is run down
The tires need replaced
The windshielf is cracked
The body is scarred
The windows won't go up or down
But you keep driving
You've gone too far to slam the breaks
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