You’re a passenger in my car
But just the pretended parts
That I sing to in the dark
You’re a lover, I am not
And that’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you
That’s why I loved you
When I started to fall out of love
Put my arms out extended
And tried to catch it all
When I finally opened my hands up
I’m sorry, I wasn’t fast enough
Do you remember
Your hand on my shoulder
In the car in December
Driving to my parent’s house
On the cusp of the state line
New England to Westchester
On the cusp of loving
And resenting each other