This van is meant for a joyride like we are meant for trouble

We want to play house, we’re already in
The music is dope, your silence is mean
You are the driver, but I know the place
It could be by the sea or deep into space

Just ride.
I won’t tell you where
A game of truth or dare
Flowers in my hair
(your smile!) We’re halfway there.

I think you picked me because
I can ruin countless dinners
And put something else on the table instead
I can laugh like mad
And pass it on to you with no cure
And most of all because

Every night I lay with you in the grass
Some slutty star winks back at us.

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