We said nothing the whole way home, down Colfax Road
Westward bound, knuckles wrapped tight around
The steering wheel.
Never hated anything as much
As headlights on the both of us.
Keep it dark, cause your face tears me apart
And mine’s like stone.
I don’t want to make it home
Cause I can’t stand to be alone
With you at all
I hope this road swallows us whole

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