Trainrides by Idy
Sitting still, sitting in silence as I ride, ride these rails homeward. Resting my head, feeling homesick, and aching for this girl's sweet words, just as something darling takes seat, that same one I'd prayed wouldn't fill, but she's just euphoric just like pills to me. I'm restless, so stupid, and I am sitting here slipping, but now it's my stop, this scene's ending.
Because never in this sad, young life have I felt this far from right, as to walk away from the addictive smile of this sweet stranger. Never in this whole damn life have I felt this far from right, as to walk away from the addictive smile of this sweet stranger.
As I embark empty parking garage I feel something, solace or fondness, or malice. Swallow it and get to driving. And there's auburn hairs on my car's seat stealing the gazes from sunbeams, and now I'm sleeping in Tom & Bern's living room, riding their lone couch to dream of you because my floor's scarred from your clothing, and my burned CD's bring no relief, but I'm home sweet home here in misery.