My hands keep switching between the gears and her bare legs
It’s spring, and we’re driving away from her house
Driving to our first date, to a picnic in a field
Her brown eyes lock with my hazel eyes
In the mirror, the angle is the same
Reflecting our intentions
Windows down for
The cool breeze
Just drive
Just drive
It's too cold out
Windows rolled up
Our intentions reflecting
In the mirror, the angle is the same
Her puffy eyes lock with my puffy eyes
Driving from our last fight, after two years
It’s early October, and I'm driving her to her house
My hands keep switching between my eyes and her bare seat