Aurelia

Streetlights flick through the smoke-stained glass. Missed calls drown in the engine blast. Blue LEDs on the tide dash glow. Same four walls when the night moves slow. Chrome rims cut through the freezing rain. Low bass shakes through the window frame. Half my circle got filtered out. Silence louder than crowded towns. Concrete breath on the parking roof. Black coat zipped like it hides the truth. Static air in the coupe at dawn. Headlights fade, but I still drive on. Cold touchscreen with a cracked up map. Two dead phones in the leather back. City hum through the tinted gray. Whole damn night trying to outrun days. Neon blur on the wet asphalt. Rear view full of the things I lost. Fast lane cuts through the rim of fog. Heart still light like a rusted box. Straight dust on designer jeans. Dark, red eyes from the sleep. No new texts on a frozen screen. Just my name in the chrome machine. Gray clouds hang on the overpass. Time moves weird when you burn too fast. Face ID on a dead-end chat. Typing dots, but it ends like that. Crosswalk glow on the polished hood. Bad ideas always sound too good. Six AM and the shops all closed. Still circling streets I already know, Uh. Streetlights flick through the smoke-stained glass. Missed calls drown in the engine blast. Blue LEDs on the tide dash glow. Same four walls when the night moves slow. Chrome rims cut through the freezing rain. Low bass shakes through the window frame. Half my circle got filtered out. Silence louder than crowded towns. Concrete breath on the parking roof. Black coat zipped like it hides the truth. Static air in the coupe at dawn. Headlights fade, but I still drive on. Cold touchscreen with a cracked up map. Two dead phones in the leather back. City hum through the tinted gray. Whole damn night trying to outrun days. Neon blur on the wet asphalt. Rear view full of the things I lost. Fast lane cuts through the rim of fog. Heart still light like a rusted box. Straight dust designer jeans. Dark, red eyes from the missing sleep. No new texts on a frozen screen. Just my name in the chrome machine. Gray clouds hang on the overpass. Time moves weird when you burn too fast. Face ID on a dead-end chat. Typing dots, but it ends like that. Crosswalk glow on the polished hood. Bad ideas always sound too good. Six AM and the shops all closed. Circling streets I already know, uh.