It's around 2 a.m.
and you're driving,
stuffing french fries in your face--
          i'm holding your ketchup
          dipping packet thing,
          resting my hand
          on the gear shift.

we're singing to that ridiculous
fucking Royals song that's playing
right now, but

you always have to be right
and the loudest to sing.
          just wanna be heard, i guess.