then you inhale helium and make voices with your best friend and laugh until your stomach hurts. you feel sad when its over because you think that might be the best you'll feel in a long time. you cant drive at night, you never could and you swerve over the yellow line as you try to run away from me. the headlights are blinding and always headed right for you. i'm not there but you know if i were, you could fall asleep in the passenger seat and i would drive those hours its going to take to get you home. if those tired bones stop talking, you will be alone.