I always thought communication was a two way street.
So…
What… 
You just been stuck at a redlight for a while now or some shit?
Oh Word?
You got pulled over? Stalled out on a train track? [oh too dark?] How bout caught a flat?
Give me a good reason & really sell it to me.
Make me understand and truly believe you had no means to reach me. 
That’s it, do it until I feel guilty for taking the back streets through the country just enjoying the fucking scenery.
You know, finding pleasure in more simpler things not so fleeting
Lay it on me thick & viscous so you get all the attention.
Empty your heart, however dark and wicked it’s intentions
Too small to fit anything of actual substance in it like like love, no compassion 
Just pretend it’s real, say things you never feel
“I miss you.” “I want you.” Why’d you leave me hanging?”
And my personal favorites “Hey stranger!” & “Where have you been?” 
Fill me with regret for leaving you in traffic, tragic, I know. 
Where you lead had I followed I’d be as stagnant and shallow as these city pot holes you roll on over. 
But before I ever be covered completely by the tire markings of you bulldozing right in ready for deconstruction, you should know one thing.. 
Dont wait for me in the shoulders, you’re free to be on your way, you timing is off anyways.
Maybe after rush hour passes you can try to catch up, it has the tendency to drag on and so on and things and such, how frustrating… for you…  
Those hazards you left blinking, a fair enough warning.
For me… I’m cool, I’m cruisin… 

*shifts to 6th gear & lets the speakers blare & wind run through my #teamnaturalafro hair* Lmao