that night i painted the back seat with you || your body was like a silhouette in the rear veiw mirror ||
the only part of your body unscathed was your hand clenched to the collar of my shirt ||
as i laid into it like it was the first time all over again ||
my shirt still stained with all the colors of your heart ||
all the shades of your skin ||
you had no idea it was coming || but in a way you did ||
i always told you i'd make you beautiful ||
I am your mistake......