Windshield Video (MV)

Facing two trash bins on the side of the road
Not physically, I mean, I'm speaking in code
Thumbs outstretched in hopes for a ride
But only if you're feeling empty tonight
An offering of things that remind you of yourself
Open up the lid and fall into the well
Come up bearing treasure that will make you feel better
But only for a moment before it's back to unwell

You're overthinking it
You're overthinking it
And if you are then maybe it applies to you
I don't know what I mean but that means you don't either
It's just a scrap on a heap dumping into the ether

The warmth
The light
The tone
The life

All the thoughts recharging and circulating back into the body
When was the time that you first felt ungodly?
Disconnected from the things that raised you up?
Disconnected from the beings that lift you up?
Or take you away?
Or whatever they say?

When was the time that you first felt unfit?
Something wrong deep within?
Or maybe it was a little closer to your skin?
Or right underneath it?
Maybe it was it?
Who were the people that were speaking that thought?
Who were the people that were lighting that match?
Who was the creature leaning into your ear whispering every little thing about you queer?
Or just weird?
Something that made you stand out from the crowd?
Who the f*ck was it that figured you out?

And who is the person staring at you now?
What is their warmth?
Their light?
Their tone?
Their life?

What are the ethers of those that have haunted your years?
What are they like?
What are you like?
Maybe you just need a little more time?
Time to think
To reflect
Time to mull about how often you're the subject
Or the ass end
Of the joke
Maybe you really just need time for a smoke?
To contemplate the things that interfere with your life?
Or maybe the better term is intertwine?

Conversation with the reflection in the windshield
Moving and washing with the lights of every oncoming vehicle
The distortion of the features until it's born anew
Talking back and forth and looking just like you