Backseat Blues
Summers sweet escape lost within the confines
of it's heat.
So many stories can be confessed from the
backseat.
Parked in a place many recall the point.
Sweat and passion mix.
We all existed once as fools.
Telling stories passing a joint.
Empty beer bottles near a still warm fire.
Vision of a naked body any artist can admire.
In a place where new loves come to spark and die.
Fond memories to perfect to regret.
So why even try.
Tossed togather in new feelings something
more than comfort we did seek.
Trying to discover another side.
Taking that first peak.
Over the seat's in the middle she does rise.
For that first taste.
Hearts break young first love"s
and the bitter sweet lies.
that old point will once again be there to use.
Tales of conquests past lure
all to the backseat blues.
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