The first time my hands
Touch the steering wheel, I give
It over to god

So I can say it’s not
My responsibility 
For each kid I kill

The lost reflection
Of child-me at this church in
Puddles, hit and run

When mama turned up
Music on the highway
Until we both screamed

Now I know every
Roadside cross is a mirage
Of faith, illusion

Now I’m scared of cars
And afterlifes and child-me
Headed wherever