Therapy.

Punch out, free to go,
Biting cold, out past the door,
Goodnight to the guys.

Start her up, let's scram.
Silver moon glints off the hood,
Where's that heat dammit.

My music starts up,
The bass resonates within,
Pure bliss fills my head.

Road beneath the tires,
Thumbs tap out the heavy beat,
Take the back way home.

Don't need to think here,
Just let the crescendo ride,
This must be heaven.

Let's just chase the stars,
Forget all of our anchors,
Follow the music.

Oh shit that's a deer.
Damn it got late too quickly.
I need to go home.

Pull in the driveway,
Park it, turn out the headlights.
Let the song finish.

I feel so heavy,
I don't want to be here now,
Damn it got cold out.