• Hannah Flowers

help me put my bags in the back of your car

you’re just as pretty up close as from afar

you reach for my hand driving home

superposition on the radio

out the window is the old fear factory

i can’t help but watch your face while you sing

we didn’t have enough time for a full serenade

felt like the movie ended before we could press play

and we walked up and down the whole damn town

watched the evangelicals stand their own ground

you and i worshiped two or three times a day

i looked in your eyes when you got on your knees to pray

and i loved you as much as i feared you

and i held you just as i revered you

and i sacrificed myself as an offering to you

but you didn’t want a martyr, did you?

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