Surface Tension

Driving through the quiet parts Where the city breathes alone. Every mirror holds a truth That I've already known. Streetlamps guide the way back home, But I'm not ready yet. Circling the same old blocks, Trying to forget. The air is thick with what remains Of all those wasted days. I'm floating on the surface now, Too tired to break through. The water's cold, but keeps me here, Suspended in the blue. I'm drifting where the current goes, No anchor left to use. Just floating on the surface now With nothing left to prove. The radio plays static songs From stations far away. I listen to the frequencies Of things I didn't say. The highway hums beneath my wheels, A lullaby for ghosts. I'm driving through the parts of town that need Me least, I know. The air is thick with what remains Of all those wasted days. I'm floating on the surface now, Too tired to break through. The water's cold, but keeps me here, Suspended in the blue. I'm drifting where the current goes, No anchor left to use. Just floating on the surface now With nothing left to prove. Maybe I should Turn around. Maybe I should care. But the motion keeps me stable, And I'm already there. Floating on the surface. Floating on the surface. Suspended in the blue. Suspended in the blue.