american side streets

there’s comfort in being an outsider in america

passenger seat living, window cracked, music louder than the fear

i don’t belong to clean, sunlit things,

i belong to the after

parking lots, cigarette breaks, late night glow making everyone honest

i used to think i was broken for wanting beauty with a bruise

now i just don’t trust happiness without a backstory

there’s freedom in not fitting the mold

if i’m going to be lost

let it be beautiful

if i’m an outcast

set it to music