for fuck's sake.

I drove your heart to Mexico
In a three wheeled, second hand car
The license plate expired and
The break lights never turned on
Weight always shifted to one side
Nothing could ever stay center
So we drove on top of dotted lines
And kept your cigarettes in a jar
On the dashboard

I hung a dream catcher above your head
In attempts to cast a spell on you
So that you would dream about me
The way people always do
The keys, they sang out of tune
The same way you sing to mine
And the tranquility that erupted from the screeching tires
Reminded me of your candour
Spiked in my coffee

You counted the rips in the interior
Of the elderly scented car
It amounted to the numbers
Of the hours we spent apart
And when you asked if we were there yet
I asked you the same thing back
I don't think that we're ever going to get there
I don't even own a map
Can you handle that?