You couldn't see beauty
after long conversations
and spilling insides to find dark
after petty snow days
the walk paved in ice
you still don't trust
I watch you leave with them
and wonder are they your friends?
Riding in his car with "Shout"
Green and white street signs
love collisions and limitless time
Teen games, walk your way to fame
Now you're still with them
playing air guitar at stops
and I wonder if you ever imagine
that I was there talking to you,
as now you're alone in the back seat
