Passenger Seat
Peter Sagar
elevator going down stairs going up
feeling shy and walking slow around a little much
i was thinking about you today something to do
with the reason that you never say what's keeping you
there's a car in the street
passenger seat covered in magazines
happy to be sitting here endlessly
in front of the heat blowing out of the thing
pointed at me
maybe i said something wrong it's not surprise
it was circling my mind so long tears in my eyes
there was broken window but i don't remember why
hope you find a time to let it out don't wanna pry