The Drive

The Drive

As we sit and drive
I try to hide
the anger that builds inside.

For every word you speak
makes me know that you are more of a creep.

I don’t let the words that sit
on the tip of my tongue slip

For I know you are always right,
you remind me day and night.

But inside my head spins your arrogance
your need to feel like a man.

Huh, what a man, you think you understand
But your wrong in all ways to be
For a man, is not sitting next to me.

And so I drive,
Hoping to soon arrive
Before I let out what I’m holding inside

Why am I even here?
I ask in silence to myself,

I know I don’t deserve to be sitting
in this hell.

It is dark
And the wind is cold

So for tonight
I will not fight

For inside I know I am right

I know what I deserve
And its not you,

Your condescending ways,
Your hurtful tongue,

The way you break me down
Like you fucken number one.

In time my friend you will see,
I’ve been a good wife to you

But by then ill be free
And you won't control me!