🎀here’s something about long roads and quiet playlists that makes everything feel more honest. On the Drive Home in the background, and suddenly every thought you tried to outrun catches up with you. You replay moments in your head, wondering where it shifted — where it slipped through your fingers. No big explosion, no clear ending, just a slow realization that things aren’t the same anymore. “and maybe, maybe it’s all my fault.” Maybe it is. Or maybe some stories are just meant to stay unfinished. Either way, the car keeps moving. And so do you.