Mad
Mad
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

The best of me

Wind chill factor is at 80, a breeze

My hands floating out the window

The thermostat in the car says 25 degrees

In the western wind I wash my hands clean

Virginia was such a mess for me, my whole life

I've never been able to breathe so easily

I let that place have the best of me

Now I'm here with a few pairs of clothes

My fiance, the kid and the dog in tow

I've been hopping states to get to this room

In Iowa I swear I saw a cow jump the moon

Colorado, the mountains in front of me grow

In Yellowstone we drive over huge mountians in the snow

In this car with my family I'm finally home

Something I was searching for all along

Wisconsin, the sunset has never been Pinker

Beach, North Dakota, the most fun locals

Sundance, Wyoming the prettiest name

Devil’s tower we couldn’t make it in the snow

we traded in that Corolla not too long after that

Virginia I need the best of me back

Oh wait, I just found it in my Patagonia bookbag

Mom, dad, sisters please don't be sad

I can't promise that I'll ever see you around

Just be happy I left those small dead end towns

Where my deamons can’t touch me

Where there is love, not money

Where I can finally be free

Please don't leave the light on for me

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Mad

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Excuse the mess. My only wish is, maybe, to be able to tell my whole story.