We'd sit in my driveway, and you'd count the minutes til you went back to your dark home, and your chilly floors, and your lost youth

When you couldn't ignore it any longer, you'd push me out of your car
And you would never look at the road ahead of you as you drove off
You'd always stare back at me, and smile while I pouted and showed you my favorite fingers

It's really a good thing you never crashed, come to think of it