Reverse Psychology

Whenever I drive by myself at night
I enter the car
And assume that someone is in my trunk
And that when I’m not looking in the mirror
(Actually I’m more afraid that I’m going to be looking in the mirror)
That somebody is going to pop up
And stab me in the middle of my driving
Causing me to crash a car
Stain the seats
And kill me

My only therapy to this phenomena is imagine you sitting next to me
And I imagine that feeling you have when you're with someone you love

(I imagine I know what that feels like)
Where you don't need to say or word
Or kiss
Or hold hands
But you feel enamored, butterflies filling up the small spaces

Just sitting there in the silence

Just the presence of you melts this fear away

The only thing is that I don't know who you are
What you look like
Anything about you
Yet it is always, you
Not Mr. You in the past
But someone in the future, predestined for me for later

But then again, you don't exist now
And nobody is going to love me in that way anytime soon
And probably nobody is going to care enough about me enough to murder me

But at least we got friends for us, aye?