Overpass Confessions

[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