Passenger

hear I lay
still and breathless
just like always
still I want some more
mirrors sideways
who cares what's behind
just like always
still your passenger
chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces
these and other lucky witnesses
now to calm me
this time won't you please
drive faster
roll the windows down
this cool night air is curious
let the whole world look in
who cares who sees anything
I'm your passenger
I'm your passenger
drop these down then
put them on me
nice cool seats
there to cushion your knees
now to calm me
take me around again
don't pull over
this time would you please
drive faster
roll the windows down
this cool night air is curious
let the whole world look in
who cares who sees what tonight
roll these misty windows down
to catch my breath again
and then go and go and go
just drive me home then back again
here I lay just like always
don't let me
go take me to the edge


This is one of my favorite songs. Deftones. And Maynard. I'm in a really weird mood. I think it's time to mix things up a bit. Make some changes. Which reminds me. I keep having this dream where I'm cutting all of my hair off, or shaving my head. It weirds me out. Sometimes, after the sheering, I feel a release, other times I start crying. That's one of the only dreams that has made me ponder whether or not it had meaning. When I was about seven years old, and my family lived on Prospect, I remember standing in the bathroom on a stool, and staring at myself in the mirror for what seemed like hours. All I kept thinking was that I'm a human being, an individual, and how bizarre that feeling was. I still do that. Life is a strange thing. I don't think I'll ever figure it out. Not ever. I can't think right now. Saturn comes back around. To show you everything. Let's you choose what you will or will not see again. Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again. Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.