The December Drive

The Last Word In a Notebook Rebellion

The December Drive


your things are waiting for you 
outside the the door 
with my best goodbye on paper 
this time i'll fall until 
i fall asleep 
with my head 
in the clouds 
hallelujah 
this is the last time i say this 
this is the last time i breathe through my nose 
i will try when i have forgotten