What goes on out there?
On the trunks of cars?
Can't you just picture a million scenarios?
A first and last kiss
A window painting done late at night
Afternoon picnics because you have nothing else to do
What goes on out there you might ask
Why don't you go find out
Go sit out there
On the trunk of a car
Stare at the sky in amazement
Realize you are nothing compared to everything
Feel the world embrace you
Notice those people you thought you once knew
Walk past you and have nothing to say
Just a stare they shoot your way
You nod as they continue holding hands
Notice the duct tape on the mirror
Holding your errors in place
What if they slipped again?
Where would you be?
Where would you be without them?
Your duct tape?
The duct tape, hot pink, sticks out like a sore thumb
Who would hold you up then?
You need that duct tape
To laugh, to cry, to share, to wear and tear with you
For those early morning car rides with the radio blarring
For those afternoon races to Subway
"Like oh my god tell him I said hi"
Like oh my god shutup
Recordings of idiots
Recordings of friends and of past times
Times no one wants to lose
Those times on the trunks of cars
On the trunks of cars
Smoking the night away
Getting carried into the dark and flashing your friends
Holding the one you care about until it hurts
Watching the one you love be torn away from you
Knowing there is nothing you can do as they all fade
You want to hold onto them
You want the squeeze the life out of them and save it 
forever
But all you have left are those memories
Those times on the trunk of cars