in other dimensions

we

fell asleep in the back of your car

and

the truth is i don't drive

i'd like to say the stars were out

but

i didn't see the sky in the haze of all

the streetlights and shadows and fog

some

kind of birthday it is, to feel the shape

of your name on the backs of my eyelids

while

i'm asleep

and

when the nightmares come to get me

put your boots on, both feet on the ground

pause

and let the engine idle, so far away

the truth is i don't drive

and

my hair smells like the backseat of your car

and

rainbows don't mean a thing in the dark without the stars

and when the sun rises

another

day passes, and nobody even knows it .