Dave Matthews in My Car

Loneliness rings out like a church bell
Across the vastness of who she is
As she sits in the parking lot,
Dave Matthews sings of filling the emptiness
She lowers her driver's seat
To escape the passing eyes devouring her face

She throws her arms over her eyes
And begins to weep without shame
Dave Matthews still coos of Grey Street
And doing anything to fill the loneliness

Relying on others never works
She digs deep into herself
Only to find memories of a neglectful mother,
A workaholic father and pangs of guilt and hurt

Her face is lined with mascara strokes down her cheeks
She feels the wetness as she glides her fingertips across them, smearing them
She stares into the rearview mirror and sees a little girl
Who in the face of others' selfishness could not hide anymore

She wedges back into the crack of depression
Where she hid for so many years
Away from her neglectful mother, her workaholic father
And the loneliness that plagues her now