Depressing Songs

I love depressing songs. Like the song about- Spots in my eyes. They are weird, but who cares? It doesn’t hurt. As long as I don’t cry. Depressing songs. Living in Michigan with lakes, and beaches. Nothing. No such things as dancing. Skirts twirling. And hands and feet moving. I love depressing songs. In my car. Turning on my turn signal. Stopping at stop signs. My car is pushing against every thought. I love depressing songs. I love sleeping in my car sometimes. I don’t know how to sing. But some songs are unstoppable. So I grumble the words. I’m happy all the time for some reason. But sometimes? Spots scattered. Trying to pull my eyes out in my sleep. I love depressing songs! Pulling into my driveway. Everything is in my house. They are in there. My bags are in the trunk. Sleeping in my car for no reason at all. Those depressing songs are strange and real. I would love to live in my car. The radio is off tonight. So silence is still real.