With your phone hand
Double-timing as pilot
Two fingers hooked around the wheel
Guiding the car to a rolling stop
Your head bobbing
Barely visible over the dash
Fishing in the glove compartment
Floorboard, passenger seat, cup holder
Wherever that bloody thing is

I can’t say that I disapprove of your actions
Though I do
I can’t say that I’ve never pulled the same shit
Since I have
I can’t even allow myself to think that I’m any better
Because I’m not
All I can do is hope
Hope that I make it to my destination
And then the next one
And the next one
The next one
Just hoping