Car windows: broken glass
country lanes blind past
and I feel so fast
You crash your hood
I melt
caution expelled
I feel so felt
On a joyride
A nice boy
made unsafe
by your tongues and blades
seduction and haze
My father's sedan
boyhood and boy
girlhood decoy
adult toy destroyed
On a joyride.
I don't like this music, Lord
I don't like its face
I don't like the chords they turn to waste
You weren't kidding when you said baptism
I did not believe
Car off the dock into the sea
on a joyride.
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