when we met i was just your passenger,

never intended on staying,

now i'm on my knees praying.

when we met i was just your passenger,

never meant to leave,

to your vision i was naive.

bruised ribs

bleeding mouth

bloodshot eyes

when we met i was just your passenger,

focused on my destination,

victim to your fascination.

when we met i was just your passenger,

didn't think i'd survive,

with your touch now i thrive.

open arms

obsequious heart

overindulgent hands

we're in your garage,

it reeks of the day's work,

oil and blood.

you pull me in for a violent kiss,

stinging with passion,

beer and cigarettes.

face inches from mine,

your sweat dripping down,

stinging my eyes

you whispered,

"darlin' did you think you'd leave with your head?"

my love, i never had one.

i'll hang on your words,

i'll hang on your cross.

pins and needles.

i'm just your passenger. 

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(Bo Sinclair)