I want it to be night.
I want it to be raining.
Sitting in the stale car, looking through the rain-glossed windows
The raindrops cut through the thin steam emanating from the headlights and dapple in the glow
The rain shivers through my jacket;
Sleeps against my skin
Add: the cold plastic steering wheel, cracked by time and use
Add: the dead air of the car, increasingly humid
Add: the faint sound of our breathing
Add: the quickly fogging glass
The roof is alive with the pummeling, dancing drops and their reflection from the grim black steel and the memories of summer still living in the peeling paint and the time that we sat on your car and dented it but we told your mom it was a falling branch
These memories die into a regular, irregular cut-time autumn jig
I try to sync, but only sink.
You've found the key.
The car starts and we drown in the din.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
I want it to be night.
I want it to be raining.
Sitting in the stale car, looking through the rain-glossed windows
The raindrops cut through the thin steam emanating from the headlights and dapple in the glow
The rain shivers through my jacket;
Sleeps against my skin
Add: the cold plastic steering wheel, cracked by time and use
Add: the dead air of the car, increasingly humid
Add: the faint sound of our breathing
Add: the quickly fogging glass
The roof is alive with the pummeling, dancing drops and their reflection from the grim black steel and the memories of summer still living in the peeling paint and the time that we sat on your car and dented it but we told your mom it was a falling branch
These memories die into a regular, irregular cut-time autumn jig
I try to sync, but only sink.
You've found the key.
The car starts and we drown in the din.
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