Tuesday, November 25, 2025

I want to pry your fingers off the steering wheel

I want you to pump the brakes and kiss me

We should pull over right here

We should have turned a thousand miles ago

The lines and signs and signals all blur to mush

I want you to slow down and touch me

I want to cover your eyes with my palms

We should pull over right here

We should have turned a thousand miles ago

Your knuckles are so white I think I’m going blind

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