we were always meant to collide,
you were never a stranger
or any random car passing by
we've always been here,
sharing the same roads;
the same wind blowing in our hair
there is always a different road taken,
but there is fate
never shaken
in every stop sign and speed limit
i try to control the speed of inevitability
to any further minute
but i cannot avoid the collision bound to happen.
so i slow,
in hopes that maybe in the destruction of the drive,
you'll be the one to make it out alive
- m. to
