[Verse 1] We were late to the party Plastic bag full of snacks You laughed Hit a pothole Felt the whole car slap back Red on the floor mats Chip in my hair You said "It’s abstract art" Like you meant to put it there [Chorus] Spilled salsa in the backseat Tomato confetti on the gray upholstery You said "Relax It’s just a seat" But I’m scrubbing out a memory Spilled salsa in the backseat Why’s the mess kind of feeling like you and me? Every bump Every sharp turn Leaves another stain I didn’t see [Verse 2] Next week Same highway Different takeout Same route We keep saying we’ll be careful Then we both zone out Your elbow hits the carton Hot sauce on my jeans You grin like it’s a ritual Tiny chaos in routine [Chorus]
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