The Truth Shines Through These Fogged Windows
I put you in the car but you weren't making any sense, and as you slumped against the leather seats, you cried.
I put you in the car but you weren't making any sense. You were comparing my eyes to the flowers on the tree and I could only cover the windows to the snow outside and convince myself it wasn't December. I wanted to be the blossoms you wanted but you weren't making any sense.
You told me you loved me and I cried.
You took my hands and called me by a name that wasn't mine. But your lips formed the words so beautifully.
You once told me the most beautiful death would be in the name of love, maybe that's why I want to push you into this traffic. But you play along to my whims because I have a name that isn't mine, I have a heart that I wish was yours. You play along to my whims because I have a mouth that won't tell you the bitter truth and you want to die in the name of love.
You always have.