I miss your ass in my front seat
I can only Imagine you sitting next to me
The place where your hand fits so perfectly in mine is cold
I want to see you in my passenger seat sitting there laughing about the same stupid jokes
Singing to the same stupid song we always do
You were the glass doll in my grandmothers living room I wasn't allowed to touch
Only I touched you anyway and when I tripped you weren't the one that shattered
But I did, and no one was there to glue me back together so now I'm worth so much less
You look back at me with those same glossy eyes that never waver
Can you see when I look at you like I am the moon like my only wish is to revolve around you
My passenger seat embodies everything I want with you and so much more
But you stopped sitting there but I didn't bother to stop wishing you there
My passenger seat is full of old receipts and food wrappers and my hand is still cold
Because you don't sit there with me anymore and no one else can fill your place.
