words and music by Steven Page
She fed me strawberries and freezer-burned ice cream
I said “goodbye, I guess,” she lifted up her dress
And so I must confess, we made out one more
time before I left for good
She thought I’d come back but I
wouldn’t want to seem like other guys
A book and record love, we sat and read our books
Between those longing looks, compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear, my tongue inside her
In the basement of her mother’s
house where we once taped the
first three sides of “Sandinista” for my car
We were looking for ourselves and found each other
In the car,
It was rare than to do much more than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration,
I’d have to wait for someone else to try it out.
Once I had this dream - I slept with her mom
Unless I’ve got this wrong, a secret all along
Unless she hears this song, unless she hears it
On a tape inside her inside her car
With her new husband
And she turns to him and says “I think that’s me”
In the car
We were looking for ourselves but found each other
In the car
We groped for excuses not to be alone anymore
In the car
We were waiting for our lives to start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
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