We drove for miles in the darkness
Me, gently holding the steering wheel
You, whispering over the sounds of the wet tires rolling on the asphalt
And my grip gets just a little tighter
As your soul melts in my passenger seat
And you talk of all the things that have broken you over the years
And I hold on stronger
To stay my hand from reaching out to grab yours
Trying not to try and fix you
Trying not to show I'm just as broken
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