"the moon is green in this light"
I think because there is nothing else to think right now
what would you have me say?
because my foot is next to the windshield
and you've never looked so calloused.
what the hell am I supposed to know?
am I supposed to talk about how he left us
for mexico
he left me for all that tequila that suddenly
looks so hideous
and what am I supposed to laugh at if
you won't even blink
you sing the words that you
don't think I know.
I'm taking chances with stoplights at 11:04
wishing I'd get arrested
so we'd feel something
and I hate tonight
even while I can't stop laughing.
Because what else am I supposed to think right now