The ride

You claim quick that you’ve healed me
While I’m feeling sick inside
I hobble when I walk now
But I’m just fine to drive
I can afford to disregard
But still won't spend the time
I bless then question your direction
And then blindly take the ride
Your pointed tongue the death of me
Each breath I bleed out pride
You swerve then hit the curb again
Life throws me left and right
Guess pain was on the GPS
Destination see me less
Fuck trucking on these grievances
I'm out this bitch it’s fine
I might not have the legs to walk
But I’ll drag me to what's mine