The Days That Confused
Wind is blasting through your speeding car but the heat still burns your lips. The radio is pounding local pop hits from the 90s. Vodka gets poured down as if to quench a thirst. You let your head fall back and stare at the sky from under your cap, thinking: what the hell should I do with this life? And suddenly, the lyrics hit you – yes, you really need those loving arms around you.