Riding Home

Music is a snare Riding home, after work Plug in my earbuds, turn my playlist on. I'm back in the car with you Riding home in the same place We're not talking, just enjoying the ride You always complained about driving me home I'm back in that same mindset, I'm that person again. I feel the false protection you once gave me, The false love Everything then was fake, wasn't it? Here I thought I had broken the chains you left me Thought I was free But the music brought me back in time. It always does.