In a 5am drive from the mountains to the coast, Press your nose against the window and say you hate me most ‘Til we’re rubbing thighs together like we’re crickets in the night And silence wraps around us after our last fight I don’t know where you’re going But I know where you are now It always gets worse before it gets better I could try now, but I won’t forget it It always gets worse before it gets better Now I’m taking notes in back of the cla**room But keeping my eyes on the door Wondering why it’s so fleeting Why I don’t want anything anymore And I really think I’m too young To be going down this road So I will wait for you in the spring Like symbolic renewal (or a fling) And I won’t know what to do about the past But I think I’ll stay the night here and try to make it last