A devastating slow-burn about accidentally hearing someone you trust casually discuss your destruction.
[Verse 1] Parked beneath the I-35 interchange Your voice carried through the Corolla's cracked window Talking to Sarah like it was grocery lists "Maybe antifreeze in his coffee" I kept pretending to sleep Watching semis blur overhead [Chorus] Sixteen years of passenger seat devotion And you're workshopping my funeral With the same tone you use For picking dinner plans I should've known by how you Never flinched at roadkill [Verse 2] You laughed when Sarah suggested poison ivy In my work gloves Said you'd already tried bleach In the orange juice But I drink too much Mountain Dew To notice the taste [Chorus] Sixteen years of passenger seat devotion And you're workshopping my funeral With the same tone you use For picking dinner plans I should've known by how you Never flinched at roadkill [Bridge] Now every meal tastes like conspiracy Every kiss feels like reconnaissance You still bring me gas station coffee And I still drink it Because dying beats Admitting I heard you
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