Shotgun

Anonymous

i’m in the backseat

you’re sitting shotgun

i’m fighting voices in my head

that are telling me to run

my fingers through your hair

when conversation lulls

and i can’t find a reason

i’ll comment on the weather

and the changing of the seasons

and you’ll turn your head to smile

out the window at the clouds

and i’ll sigh with relief

‘cause now the voices aren’t so loud