back seat windows up the motion makes you sick forehead leaned against the coldest pane collecting as you breathe the empty overpass with three more to go two hours in and every song was saying it beating it in beat it to death and you decided then that this time was different that it was time to finally try it even though it never worked before even though it s never gonna work its the best we ve got it s the best chance for us now and it could not come soon enough in the back seat on the way home it wasnt that we saw it all through cracks of doors it s that they felt it as we watched head rush pounding blushed and found out hid all night if we could work on what we know if we could stop expecting it all things we chase even though they re not ours the fold in the fabric frays from feeling out its shape pressed until it s gone if only we could change the paths in the dark we ve beaten down before but never in the light how it s really paved if only we could say what we really meant to say if only we could listen to it right if only we could spill it to her just what we were thinking if only we could say the right thing if only we could change the patterns we ve formed that never found their way out keep it close safe secret all alone so you wrote it down and you threw it out and you wrote it down and you threw it out and you practiced how you wanted to sound and you steeled yourself and your heart was pounding up out of your chest and choking stuffed into your throat and your fumbled words and your sweaty shirt and your shaking made it worse and heard flow tide ebb road night sky sand home and you thought if you tried hard enough it would work cause it s different now the overpass the empty road the courage just to say something if we could just have had more time if we could just have had it figured out