i want to take a drive with you. somewhere far away; not too far, though, i know you don’t have the patience for that.
i want to wear my jean shorts and put my legs up on the dash. i want you to wear your ray bans, say they look better on me, even thought we both know they don’t- it’s just the fact that i’m wearing what belongs to you giving you the feeling you need. i’ll wear my new sunglasses, probably later than i should.
i want to drive down to the beach with you, that seems like a good enough distance. we can blast music off your ipod; i’ll fiddle with the volume control; you’ll put on some “gangster rap” for a few minutes before i protest and demand something “beachy.” let’s just drive together for a while, that’s all i want to do. we don’t even have to talk, we’ll just sing. and then when we finally get to the beach, then we can talk. laying out on a blanket, the cool sand reaching us despite, we can talk.
let’s just take a drive.