Dead End

Rain hit harder than I thought it would
April cold through a busted hood
Gas light's been on since Holland maybe
Tires low
Still made it somehow
Hands wouldn't quit shaking
Said fuck out loud
Didn't mean anything by it
Just needed it out

Cans in a trash bag from who knows when
Feeding em in like I'm buying time
Machine don't care
Just takes em
One by one
Same as everything else lately
Trying to level out
Or disappear enough to sleep

Didn't know who to call
And even if I did
What do you say after years of this
Hey man
You ever watch somebody slowly become
Someone else

Dead end road outside South Haven
Engine running
Mostly fumes
Couldn't go back
Couldn't stay there either
Funny how your whole life narrows down
To a parking lot
And a bad decision

Said fuck out loud again
This time
I heard it different
Like something finally ran out

Rain kept hitting the windshield
Like it wanted in
I sat there long enough
To watch the gas light stop blinking