The earth has grown dark.

You’re driving me down this mountain

And as the trees blur past us I come closer and closer to asking you

I’m sorry but would it make you uncomfortable if I

Cried right now 

And

Would it be alright if you could stop the car

If I could walk into this cold forest

With or without you.

Would you be okay with me pressing my hand up to a tree’s bark

Not looking at you

Never looking at you.

Please do not make me look into your eyes while the sun is setting

And its getting colder.

 

Have you ever seen a staccato like the way my--

My heart beats harder when I hear the leaves rustle.

 

You are driving with me in your car.

I am holding your hand, but I have to tell you–

I can’t tell if I want to be anymore

Or maybe I never did.

 

I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,

I just wanted see the mountains again

But not

I do not believe,

With you.