there's a scar through your windshield

orange street lamps popping

gum smacking

fireworks on my nose.

a smokey haze for a bride's veil over me.

slick black streets

mailboxes to my right but there are no letters for us

the homewreckers

the other girl, never your girl.

you only like me 'cuz i'm good in bed

annd i guess i only love you because, well,

i just can't help myself

i love you desperate, i love you suicide

i love you any way out.

your lips hover over lightly touch the tip of my left collarbone

and i'm july for you

sex softening up your cheeks and a flashlight through your mouth

we'd play we were internally bleeding as kids, but now

now we're just fucking flying high.

i don't believe your truth and i'm tired of being used

oh no

i'm dying

oh yes

i've never been more alive

you're the air of a radio swoon

you fill up the cracks in the windowshield.

homewrecker is in the driver's seat

homewrecker's in the passenger's seat

she's sitting with my stonedness in my throne

and watching me invite you to peel through the cracks

even though i know

you know, he knows, she knows

you'll never stay

baby

why don't you stay?