back seat

For three months i have thought of what i would say to you. The right way to say it without sounding bitter or desperate. Without sounding forgiving or satisfied. Making sure that every concept was covered thoroughly.

The questions need answers, your sweatshirt needs to leave the backseat of my car

You need to know how you destroyed this dreamer

But if i ever saw you, id take your face in my hand and kiss your forehead

and make sure that you have been ok

again, my feelings and questions would be in the backseat