Know It to See It
TAMARA LINDEMAN
Take your bag, get in the car, get in the car. And drive it. Somewhere quiet. Where you can sit at the wheel for a real short minute, smoking a cigarette. Cause it's time for it to leave you and you know it will go. It's long gone tucked under brush and scrub, overland, roadless. Slipping through fences. I know it to see it, I see it all the time.
You felt small and free like a kid, cause now it don't care what you did. Or what you might do. You felt light, and somehow see through...
It's not love, it's not cause of love. It's not a blessing or a curse, I don't know what it is. But I know it to see it, and I know it when I don't see it. And I don't see it in you.