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