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She only smiled when she meant to offend
The guilt was heavy like the boulder I was pushing up the mountain to no happy end.
Her every move was like speeding around a sharp, snaky bend.
Stuck, shaking, in the car, praying for a dead end.
She only smiled when she meant to offend.
Wasn't it my job to take the high road?
How could I when I wasn't at the wheel?
Wasn't it my job to make sure we slowed?
How could I when her nerves were made of steel?
Dreams dashed as the junker sped to its bitter end.
Still too far away, too reckless to transcend.
Nothing as I hoped, nothing I could intend.
She only smiled when she meant to offend.
