Weeknights in your car
On the street outside your house
Your tongue in my mouth
Nothing left to talk about
Disapprove of me
Disconnect from me
Your hand a fist that
once rested on my knee
My lips were moving
You never heard a thing
Disagree with me
Disconnect from me
Empty stare out your window
I could only hear you breathe
You told me you were leaving
Discontent with me

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