The Ride

Three AM.

The city lights blur through the smoke on the glass.

Streetlights flashing past like quiet memories.

Just me, the engine's hum, and the weight of the dark.

Nothing left to say to the night.

Drifting through the avenue, windows rolled down low

Heavy bass pressing down, nowhere left to go

Cold breeze on my face, ash falling in the dark

Searching through the shadows for a single fading spark

Midnight shadows stretch, rolling in the deep

Night thoughts haunting me, promises to keep

In the atmosphere, heavy like the rain

Floating through the neon, trying to lose the pain

Smoke rings in the rearview, lost inside the haze

Cinematic quiet through the midnight maze

Night thoughts, heavy bass, let the echoes ride

Nothing left to run from, nowhere left to hide

Just another turn in the dark.

Let it burn down to the end.

Goodnight.