Rise Against

The music played with a calming frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion,
creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of
blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting the icy conditions in our
immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, and streaks with melted snow
cascaded down it's length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the far away squeal of a pot of
boiling water.
The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
and she hadn't so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the last
twenty minutes
no word was spoken.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
"Why are you doing this?" she spoke without expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so silent my heart
had jumped.
"I'm not doing anything," I said, but I didn't even believe that myself.
"This is what's best, for me, for you, for us, or maybe just for me," I thought,
as a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through the speakers