Dumping my heart into dreams I would love to see if they are trying to **** me
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The fuel that’s keeping me going can spark up a hood, in gulf the steer into flames
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Distributor rings pop and all I have is a hand full of hopes and new spring days
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But the deep blue paint chipped off the sea now rotates away from the rear view
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Purple projects a new drive burnt into the ground from the heat of hell from the six feet we stand apart
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My eyes peel back to to a blue face being a frame for just numbers and cloud chasing
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So I place it in gear and then push fear into the mirror spreading orange and red solar flares in the headlights guiding the purple blue skies that backdrop the tracing rear lights of the fear in the past of our lifes

Months ago,
I would sneak out to his car
And we would drive for hours
Under the night sky.

Honest conversations would erupt.
Once I told him that
I hoped to trip into love,
Not seeing it coming.
Fall over it stumbling.

I would shiver when
The engine shut off.
Our warm bodies
Would become close,
In his backseat beneath
His heavy blanket.

Sometimes I would become so cold
That he would let me
Wrap myself in the blanket.
My head would lay in his warm lap.

His hands would warm my cheeks,
His fingers tracing,
Drawing shapes on my skin
And brush through my hair.
I could always feel his eyes on me,
As I drifted to a dream land.

I would stumble to
The front door in the morning
With frizzy hair and
Wrinkled clothes.
My father would be waiting,
Toes tapping
And arms crossed.

One night he told me I was beautiful.
I blushed and giggled,
Then he told me I was stumbling.

On a Saturday, his car slid on the ice
With me in the passengers seat
I hope when he sees those dents
And crushed light he thinks of me.

He smashed his car,
Oh what a coincidence.
It was a car accident
And I accidentally tripped,
And my heart broke.

Despite,
I would give anything
For a car ride with him.