I was riding with you shotgun
You picked me up to take me home
But instead we drove for hours
Everything else was overthrown
We sang songs at the top of our lungs
All the songs that we both knew
I laid my head upon your shoulder
Praying let this spirit loose
I found my place under your jawline
I lost my fingers in your hair
I think you might have kissed my forehead
And I would have gone with you anywhere
We made out at every stop light
I could not get your lips enough
The shaking of our bodies
So heavy and so light
Would you let me call this...