cartainly not there

she shuts the car door behind her
closing out the heat and regret
and she doesn't look back
and she was unsure of coming tonight
but is sure in this
that she must get out
that she must get away
and of this she is sure

and the windshield wipers mimic her mind
the rain makes it hard to see
but the lights from the cars are bright
and she just wants to be home
wherever that is
certainly not where she came from
certainly not there
he used her again

the words that needed to be said
were smothered by their tongues and cigarettes
before and after
it was the same as last time
the sheets still black
the couch still soft
and his hands still roamed

but as she drives
she tries to forget but can't stop thinking of the night
and how she wanted it
and how he wanted it
and how sick she feels now

but this is no different
it has happened before, and will happen again
this is no different.