was a vehicular jolt
and film criminal instinct
for a high speed chase.
but you turned around smiling,
and i think
i'd die sad otherwise,
in a forty-two car pile up
miles from home.
you pull me over
like a woollen blanket now
and your world is a bed
that i want to wake up in forever.
when old people stare
i just want to kiss you,
and for someone to play The Beatles
"Do It In The Road" over phone speakers,
but not in a fucked up way
like usual.
like last week,
i would have smashed that guy's windscreen
and his headlights
to make him apologise.
but instead i turned around smiling,
because i think
because i think
i'd die sad otherwise,
in a forty-two car pile up
miles from you.
