Singing Alone in a Car

it plays over and over and over in my mind

not the song, the memory

not the memory, the feeling

falling in love with how it

felt to break open like a jar

and laugh myself to sleep,

how it felt to belong to an

emotion, yeah, this one, this

kind of heartbeat, this smell

of happiness, this hug on my

soul, yeah, this one is my home.