On the Trunks Of Cars

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