Windshield wipers I don't want to fixate on them While they're jolting So I'll pull over. we can laugh at how they move! (Instead) you had to go and mess this up Only you can make a car ride silent When I try to talk it out with mom She bites her tongue and says he's trying Windshield wipers As minuscule as that sounds It was the most I heard from you When I spent the weekend home, down south You had to go and blow your top Even on Gardenia's birthday I used to always wonder what You were like when you were my age Now I don't really give a fuck! The way we've coalesced is jagged I'd really like to talk things out Forget it. never mind. I'm passed it