My youth is nearly gone, fuck it.
I’m a road trip kinda gal anyway.
I want to get there, I dream about what it is.
I’m sure it’s great, but the road is my home.
I’ll enjoy the journey.
The road, its ups and downs.
I stop, not due to fear.
I wonder, it’s all novel.
The fragrance, what is that?
They say its not normal, I think wtf?
I’m different? No kidding.
I’m on a journey, I go, slow, stop and go again,
as I want, not as they say should.
I’m having fun on the road.
We’re moving, enjoying the mile markers pass.
I hope it goes on forever and the party never ends…