I grind my gears and spin my tires as the gravel paves the way for a new world
and as I leave you behind and turn away from you
a Gallagher serenades my solitude on a moonlit Tuesday -
we were infamous for our midnight drives.
Your fingers still burn at the empty and hollow places upon my skin,
you've tattooed my insides, branded me with your name
and your taste, it still lingers on a tongue finding a home in your mouth.
If you were a stranger, I'd consider it a rape
but once upon a time, we knew each other,
so I'll pin our trysts to the blame of rapture –
and press harder on the gas pedal, and splatter your past with mud-tracks
as my tires drag me the miles I find necessary to provide between us.
It's been a long three months.