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Space To Space!
Iris Bilinsky
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My car isn't starting
I still can smell spilled coffee on the passenger seat floor
So, I guess I will scrub it some more
My dad is angry he sees
His baby and his son as well
And he rushes in
And drives us home in silence
'Cause I stole something sacred
And I ripped the leather lining up
And I would've stayed, but then you hadn't made an option
My tears streamed down your coat
And shimmered underneath the streetlight
My head was hung on you
But this snowfall will be gone tomorrow
Open up the hood, oh, it's hollow
You can take the bus if you can't drive
You will keep your knife by your bedside
You sit at the foot of your bed
And I overthink the words I've said
But it isn't me
It's just my inability to help you
And that night that things all blew up
And you caught the glass that I had dropped
It occured to me that in your presence I will be defended
We climbed down on the rocks
And stared out at the lapping water
Your eyes have multitudes
But that snowfall is definitely growing
Even though it's no longer snowing
Yellow windows lining the sidewalk
Grass is sprouting beneath the build up
We could not see the lines on the road in the suburbs that night
And I saw the duplicate of the house that I grew up in
They were much better at decorating
So much more tasteful
I saw their yellow windows
Oh, for a few months, I have done nothing
The snowstorm raged on and
John's car was slipping on ice
We stopped at the gas station twice
That night that you explained to me that sometimes
You don't even wanna know how you're doing
And I understood
Oh, "how are you?" is a very loaded question