rabbit's foot

it's when i sit in your passenger's seat that i feel complete—riding down a northwestern state highway street in whatever car you happen to be driving—and you ask me what's going on with me—because when i say these things—it just feels like they were never real—

throw a frisbee at my eye—climb in the minivan and hide—push me 'gainst the wall and tell me i'm a bastard—put your hands in my ribs and tickle me till i blow up—sleep in the sleeping bag next to me while i sin—cry on the couch with your feet in my face—walk away and jump around with one of your boyfriends—hold me tight and squeeze the life out of me—tell me on the telephone that there's still a heaven—

person that i am not allowed to love—i just want you to know that i love