She had a face straight outta magazine /
God only knows but you’ll never leave her
Rain smatters against the car windshield as I idle in the left turn lane
Her balaclava is starting to chafe /
And when she gets his gun he’s begging, “Babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay”
I marvel at the back and forth motion of the wipers that goes perfectly with the thumping bass through the speakers
I’ll give you one more time /
We’ll give you one more fight
Swishing across the glass surface, pushing clear water droplets to one side or the other
Said one more line /
Will I know you
Then suddenly the two are no longer in sync
Now if you never shoot, you’ll never know /
And if you never eat, you’ll never grow
As well as they seem to match for a few fleeting moments of perfect synchronization, the music and the blades are entities apart
You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face /
And when she’s leaving your home she’s begging you, “Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay”
Unable to completely connect; neither listens to the other
I’ll give you one more time /
We’ll give you one more fight
Operating on different planes, one cannot expect everything to line up all the time
Said one more line /
Be a riot, cause I know you
Mostly a perfect chaos is all we can count on; nothing happens for any reason at all
Well, now that you’ve got your gun /
It’s much harder now the police have come
But when seemingly separate elements once again line up, that harmony can be felt
Now I’ll shoot him if it’s what you ask /
But if you just take off your mask /
You’d find out everything’s gone wrong
Felt especially in the bones, felt especially in the bass
Now everybody’s dead /
And they’re driving past my old school
As the wipers sync up perfectly with the music once again and everything has shifted back into place
She says, “Babe, you look so cool”
Hannah Black 