and I’m too embarrassed to ask why

or admit my lingering ignorance of the plains

of which parts are coincidence

and which purpose

Shouldn’t I know now–

shouldn’t I–oh,

shouldn’t it be enough to just drive through it

my left hand steering and the other on your knee?

I hope you like the colors out the window

I hope they stay so beautiful

I don’t think there’s room for any more regret