just one of those days

the times i get this feeling inside
the only thing i can do is drive
far, without stopping, without thinking
this forward motion is the only thing keeping me from sinking
i see the needle pass 100,
i'm not racing anyone but myself as i speed down this street
just trying to make sure my heart remembers to beat
im not running to or from
anything or anyone
just trying to figure out exactly who or what i have become
i'm restless
like a deathwish
if i give any slack to the dark side
i start to entertain thoughts of suicide
but the fact is i'm just too cowardly
i can't do it alone, so will you die with me?
the fact is i'm still here, it's not something i can fight
and choosing when i die, i don't think i have the right
i wanna get up, get moving, do something more
figure out just what it is i'm still living for
i do have stuff to do, school, work, responsibility
but these things appeal less and less to me
the spaces for friendships and desire for their company
are now filled with angst and anxiety
these are the times i drive, so that i don't fall
but what i end up doing.. nothing at all