they seem adequate to fill up my mind

[sallekhana]

its a secret that i've kept inside
this whole drive to mexico,
its a secret that floods
inside my mind.

everytime you pat me on the back
you bruise my skin
so much that it hurts to look behind,
so i just keep the mirrors from my eyes.

the silence in the car
chokes the air
with alcohol
you know i can never
handle this alone.

i hide it in a briefcase
or a flask inside my pocket
cause i know if you knew
you'd want to go home.

its way too cold,
its not where i belong,
im way too alone,
and you know
i'm not that strong.