Nights Like This

Nights like this I wander around aimlessly without any real purpose or reason.

I'll drive somewhere feeling the need to buy something or spend money but always end up staring at the shelves and keeping my wallet in my pocket before slumping out of the store feeling weird.

I'll drive around deep in thought not really paying attention to where I turn or where I go. I just let my body drive while my mind is away. I tend to drive safer that way for some reason as well.

I think about yesterday and tomorrow and wonder if this is really it or where I wanted to be. I usually wonder if this is all I'll get.

Nights like this answers don't seem to come as quickly as normal nor do they make sense if they do.

I'm not so much depressed as sort of melancholy or lonely or rather just something in between. Just sort of existing I suppose.

Nothing satisfies or entices or enchants. Everything is just sort of there.

Nights like this you're on my mind again if only for a brief amount of time. Right where I don't really want you to be anymore.