Can we drive to the Blue Hills in your car?
Last time I recorded your voice
And I took pictures from the passenger seat:
A setting sun, blurring trees, dashboard feet
These misleading photos tear me up
Nostalgic for what I never had
Still I fall for it so damn quick
Just thinking of your car makes me sick
It hurts but please roll the window down a bit
I want to make a plane with my fist
I'm making memories that I'll miss
But what about now, where does that fit?