passenger seat
i roll the window down and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
The looking upwards I strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellies
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask and you smile
With my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter
When you feel embarrassed, then I'll be your pride
When you need directions, then I'll be the guide
for all time
i'm kind of pissed off at the moment. people and such (if you read this, you know who you are. you're the one who's IMs i'm not responding to)
go join __papertrail
i swear i'll love you for life
and those are already joined, post something, anything?