Laying Back at the Backseat
Laying back at the backseat,
Glancing next to the driver seat,
I wonder who would that person be;
I wonder whose heart in the driver's mind,
As he turns on the radio cooling my nerve.
I lay back with glare at the seat,
I glance the glasses to match the driver's eyes.
I wonder have he glance at the person next to him.
I look at the window next to me,
Giving a look as though I don't care.
I sing along the song on radio,
Loud enough to grasp the driver's attention.
I wonder what he's thinking about the music;
I don't have the mood to hear a love song.
The song seems to be singing for the person next to him.
I glare at the volume button of the radio,
Calling louder, louder, you can't drive me insane.
I wonder what my posture must have been;
But I don't mind letting the person acknowledge my presence.
But I don't mind a stare back from her.
(Repeat the whole thing 1X)
(c)Oct 10, 2003
