Oh random late night mediocre poetry

And I don't care where I go anymore
Because I'm out of my house and you're off of my mind
And for a few more miles I'll get that funny tan
-and sing out loud to all the songs that break my heart
-and lay my hat on the ground and let my hair get messy
Because today could've been the greatest but my passenger seat was empty
And today could've been the greatest but there was no one to sing with
And I don't care where I go anymore
-Or how much gas I waste
Because I'm out of my house but all alone (I know, it's really not that serious, right?)
And if I disappear for a while, tell me you'll still be there
-But if not, that's the way it goes, right?
(Friday the 9th or something)

There's something that's got my stomach in knots
Something about this month
And it's more than the funny tan-lines and wrinkled backs of shirts
And something about this month doesn't seem quite right
Something more than already warm evening drives and sleeping on the floor
And it's spring break season
An inevitable prelude to the summer
-And we all know what that means and it isn't looking too good
But we all told ourselves and the ones we love that it's for the best
And that someday all of this would make sense
-This is all worth it someday, right?
Well you're no exception to that and neither am I
And if I disappear for a while, maybe we can put that to the test
And maybe
-Just maybe
I can finally put you to rest
And everything about this town that haunts me like a ghost
-And I know that's about as cliche as that Brand New line
But some things are said over and over for a reason
(March 11th)