I have little options for escspe, no physical reprieve,
locked in a car with four people, wishing i could leave.
The streets we travel are gorgeous but their beauty has no hold,
because im locked in a car with four people listening to arguments unfold.
My mothers will is rigid, convinced shes always right
and we have no legs to stand on, crushed beneath her might.
And so we sit in silence, me with my headphones in,
no point in waging war if theres no way you can win.


you have such beauty but you're too blind to see.
the only explanation for it is that your soul emits such bright light it's given you cataracts.