Three hour drive, it's getting grey
The phone's run out of words to say
Nothing but commercials on the radio
Where her wheels are taking her, she doesn't know
Seems like her life is turning left
Maybe nothing's for the best, with
Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console
Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
she's drowning in her memories.
Driving past airports, forests, and trains
She's losing the battle of staying sane
So she keeps her eyes fixed on the road ahead
Running through her mind are the words unsaid
Focused eyes, wandering mind,
her thoughts have left her brain behind, cause she's got
Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console
Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
She's drowning in her memories
Though it's cliche, it's cliche for a reason
You don't know what you have till it's gone
You don't know what you have, she didn't know
Road trips and skittles, state parks, and wood
The ever present feeling of being misunderstood
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
she's drowning in her memories
In his memory.
Kirstyn Hippe is a 24-year-old musician and social media enthusiast currently residing in New York City. Please buy this stuff so she isn't broke. Really. I'm so broke please