In the morning I drive
And the broken glass of the windshield
Grinds together like teeth-
There's bad things under my pillow
There's bad things outside
I see the flashing lights
Sirens silenced at 3 am-
My dreams color the grey road
Caffeine hasn't kicked in yet
The pavement works into my head
Like fog parting at the sun's rise-
Daylight hits the wet windshield
Dilates the brake lights ahead
Red's a violent color
Subconscious drives the mind
Into the blood red window-wall
Closed eyes looking into a bright light.
Bad things are under the covers
Scratching the back of your calves
Dark things under the pillows
Holding my head
Keeping me awake at night
And the morning wears down my eyes
Driving blind.