Out of My Head [Poetry]

[mors ontologica]

The nights when
you'd sit on the back of your car and
let the music weave the sky, everytime.

I'm heading home, you know,
coming to terms.
For what it's worth...

The only bit I liked.
This didn't seem to make much sense, I'm afraid. All that I got from it was the you seem to be feeling realy sorry for yourself, over your sexuality? I don't know, I couldn't really make head nor tail here.