If the boy said he’d come overDidn’t show up
And the ex you’re still in love with
Is at the bottom of your cup
What would happen if I packed a bag
And spun around the room
Drove that way for a while,
Burnt rubber my perfume
Try and find a small town where
My phone loses reception
There’s an appeal to disappearing,
A societal defection
Off the grid, a nation of my own,
Self reliant, self determined, relations unknown
The boarders reach from my license plate
To the bumper
A young girl’s symphony plays
Of teenage love and abusive mothers
How far do you drive?
How much love have you lost?
How much money is spent?
What’s the emotional cost?