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tbe trees repeat in rows

and i pull at your clothes

your cell vibrates in your pocket

you reach for the door and lock it

the car stereo plays that mix

while i lean back and show you tricks



maybe she puts the phone down

or maybe she gets around

but i'm pressed against the car door

and you are pressing me for more

so i let you tilt my head back

and i make up for what she lacks



a three day car or bus ride

she reads those letteres you lied

here we are in the dark, closed bar

doing the same as in your car

your hands are around my ribcage

thinking that this is just a stage



i'm fine with being a phase

your while-i'm-back-home craze

so while we touch in the parking lot

don't ask me about what i thought

there's no point in making me think

this is the last bittersweet week

so just suck down your fucking drink