No Transfer

"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said,

"I'd like to see what it'd be like

To take a different road that didn't

Wind up in a dull suburban life.

'Cause we've got so much, still know I'm losing;

It always hits me hardest when traffic's not moving."

Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat;

Chew my leg out from the snare

And limp away I don't know where.

But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride,

'Cause we still queue up outside.

That's the way it is; the way that we exist.

This route's not going away.