A Collection

Thanks for the Ride

Inexplicably

Unpredictable

Not quite

Amiable at all to be honest

The awkwardness that drips from

Pauses or a quiet little laugh or

A mumbled answer

'What was that?'

In fact I'd rather not repeat myself

While you drive looking out the window

Then at me, when I'm to stare out mine.

Maybe I'm a little high and you're

A bit of a stranger but I think if you pretend and I pretend

To not notice when it's weird

We can adhere to just be friends and keep the car along the bends and turns it needs to go to get us home.