God your car smells terrible
running errands Sunday afternoon
windows down, driving fast
on the north side of town
feeding you peach rings while you drive
listening to the Lady herself.
Smile your sharp-toothed smile and
I’ll remember mine
Darling, I want you to drive off the road
so I won’t have to tell the world what we’ve done
You and I both know
these burning secrets at the bottom of our hearts
eventually come out to see the sun
Shining in our eyes on a Sunday afternoon