Hands at ten and two, but my thoughts don’t stay in lane, mirror shake my head shakes same rhythm, same pain. Idle makes the cabin hum like a warning I can’t mute, every red light feels like eyes, every glance feels like truth. I can’t sit still can’t breathe right can’t shut the noise off, so I lean on throttle therapy and let the bass talk. Streetlight flicker dash glow heart on a fast repeat, I’m a calm face in public with a storm underneath. I try to hold it steady, but it rattles through my bones, like I’m stuck at idle and I can’t find my way home. Mirror shake ell me I’m still in control, but my mind keeps slipping like it’s losing its hold. So I cut through the night where the sirens can’t reach, DJ on the dash, let the scratches preach. If I can’t stop the shaking in me I’ll make it music, let it set me free. People say “slow down” like they know what it’s like, like the panic don’t floor it the second I’m quiet. I’m good at pretending, I’m great at the mask, but the mirror tells the truth when the engine vibrates. Knuckles white, jaw tight, I’m fighting the surge, one wrong word in my head and it spirals to worse. So I chase empty streets, let the turntable cut, every scratch like a pulse, every drop like a gut. I don’t need a lecture, I need a release, need the wheel in my hands and the noise to give peace. When I’m alone, it’s loud When I’m moving, it calms down So I spin it back, rewind til the shaking falls in time. Breathe in, hold, let it go, count the lines on the road, turntables cut my panic into something I can hold. If the mirror shakes, fine, let it show what I hide, I’m still driving, still here, still alive. DON’T—LOSE—ME! DON’T—BREAK—FREE! Mirror shake, tell me I’m still in control… DJ cuts in the cracks where the silence gets cold If I can’t stop the shaking in me, I’ll make it music, let it set me free.
