The trunk of the car is open
I load it up with a cooler
You stand by the side
And both of us try to think
Of something to say
I'm fighting to get out the words
There's something inside us that hurts
But we've never spoken or heard
The other mouth speak of the worst
I'm trying to say it
"You can ask me anything you want. And I will answer you."
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