Trespassing - Peter Broderick

Borrowed Heather’s car for the day

Told Pop I was on the way

It’s a nice drive, out to Pop’s place

It’s a nice drive if you can make it without leaving a trace

Not me

Not this time, not me

Nils was on the stereo

No better way to go

Then I saw you, tried to swerve out of the way

Tried to swerve but so did you

One of our lives just had to be through

Not mine

Not this time, not mine

For a moment I still drive

No chance you’re alive

But I had to go back, face what I’d done

That’s when I saw that you were whole

Except your heart was on the side

On the side

Your body with the heart on the side

Back into my machine

Everything the opposite of clean

I can’t even listen to the music

Nothing