glares
there’s a glare on the windshield
when you take me home
i can barely see
this light is blinding.
you wear your sun glasses
but i just squint.
i can barely see.
but i can feel this awkward tension
in between us
i can see you clutching the wheel
so tight so tight
we pull up to my house
and i climb out
there’s a glare on the windshield
as i walk away.
one day you’ll come back around here.
maybe you’ll get a glimpse on me
there’s a glare on the windshield
one time when you drive by.
you smile
i don’t wave.
there’s a glare on the windshield
i can barely see.
i guess this is goodbye.