Cassie (vintisette minuti),

I apologize for taking your idea (well, not technically YOUR idea, but I got it from you).

I am becoming enthralled by the idea of a written mix tape.

And as the storm rages outside my house, I have decided to begin one of my own.

There are days when I feel like everything is just… wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

And those days, I feel like just… getting in my car and going.

Leaving this god-forsaken town that I’m growing to hate.

One day, I’ll be able to satisfy my need to drive.

Have to Drive

I have to drive,

I have my reasons, dear.

It’s cold outside,

I hate the seasons here.

I suffer mornings most of all,

I feel so powerless and small,

By ten o’clock I’m back in bed,

Fighting the jury in my head.

We learn to drive,

It’s only natural, dear.

We drive all night,

We haven’t slept in years.

We suffer mornings most of all,

We saw you lying in the road,

We tried to dig a decent grave,

But it’s still no way to behave.

It is a delicate position,

Spin the bottle,

Pick the victim,

Catch a tiger,

Switch directions,

If he hollers,

Break his ankles,

To protect him.

We’ll have to drive,

They’re getting closer,

Just get inside,

It’s almost over.

We will save your brothers,

We will save your cousins,

We will drive them far away from streets and lights,

From all of signs of mad mankind.

We suffer mornings most of all,

Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore,

Forgetting everything we saw.

I’ll meet you in an hour…

at the car

- lyrics property of Amanda Palmer.