here I am sitting in my car and the sun is hot through the window
at 7 in the morning it dries out my lungs, ricocheting off the nearest alien
vehicle, here we are forgetting that we are not I
(and here I am pretending I am we), the sun increases
the pace of my breathing, who is the sun? they ask
with little care or knowledge of who I am, and we forget, ******
that we are not the sun (and here the sun is pretending it is you)
and my steering wheel is sticky and there's a mark on the floor
I can't remember what from (and here I am pretending I was there)
listening to this **** song I can't get out of my head
and it's not the one the sun thinks and it's not the sweat dripping down my shirt
and it's not the ******* car next to me, either
yet I can't forget, (and here I am pretending to remember.)