Your Car
Last night we sat in your car for two hours
The mournful cruning of the Weeknd and your sobs the only thing permeating the silence
We sat in silence
I held your hand and you cried
I held your hand and you screamed
I held your hand and you drank
We sat in silence and in pain
We sat in your car and cried
True to our nature when the tears dried we screamed
Asking too much and answering nothing at all
We sat in your car for two hours last night
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