Parking Lot - Harmony Woods

You drove me to the cemetery

To watch the punk kids smoke cigarettes and trample over graves

They have no right to be visiting

Taking pictures and laughing

You said it’s what you did in middle school

It’s where you’d go when your parents started fighting, finding solace among

the overgrown weeds

Comfort in simplicities

You drove me all throughout the city

To watch the school kids chat about their days and hold their parents' hands

Sitting there, you calmly explained

How yours were never there to do that

Then the demons started fighting

And the anxieties started biting in your mind

Memories flash back

You bash your head against the wheel and scream

«The parking lot’s too god damn small today.

I can’t back out, I can’t think

straight.

It’s getting harder every day.»