Red Heels on the Dashboard

Red heels on the dashboard. Feet up high, world down low. One hand driving,

one hand gone. Don't ask where we're going, just go. Red heels on

the dashboard. Lipstick fire, engine roars. If this night goes off the

rails, I don't want to know what's next anymore. Streetlight shadows on

her skin. Every curve pulling me in. She don't care where the road

will end. She just wants it loud till then. Laughing like we

broke the law. Radio shakes the passenger door. Every room feels way too small

when her red heels start to crawl. No map, no plan,