Driving Home

I see you through the trees
A soft breath, a mindless ease
I hear the floorboards creak underneath
All the shower water I asked you not to leave
Winding through the mountains
You see the colors of the leaves
I'm driving you home in the dark
My hands are cold but my car is warm
You try really hard but you fall asleep anyway

We put out the fake log fire too early
Billowing smoke, the neighbors didn't say a thing
At least not to me
I said "dark paint makes the room look smaller"
But it makes me feel fancy
I hung a crystal in the window
Now there are rainbow shards on the wall
Not my vibe, but they're objectively magical
I sit on the bare floor in the empty living room
I'm driving home alone in the dark
It'll get better when I stop thinking of you



Credits
Writer(s): Tess Berger
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