i call shotgun,
just to be closer to him.
They argue about seating, i see his emotions flare,
it hurts me to see him like this, so i volunteer.
but i dont fit. we dont fit.
He panics and drives, and leaves us there
it kills me but i cannot let it show
why cant i show this?
why cant i feel this?
Lorcan, the man,
of my dreams