i feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when I'm gone because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this with my back to a hardwood floor i understand that I'm not a provider but a center divider i got lanes to explain the different ways i behave a life thats a detour to where i am not sure but if the sun is in my eyes i think i’m doing the right thing i rely on exit signs, and destination times and this drive that knows me better than i think i know myself with that being said i wont play pretend that I'm not growing up, that I'm not giving in late nights and all night drives are reminders why i’m alive and I'm not going anywhere