Where have you been

Tell me I can’t tell me I won’t

I love the look on your face when you’re mad

In my passenger seat and we’re lost

You ask me if I know where I’m going

I say I never had a clue

I didn’t make the roads

I didn’t bend the bends

Or pave the highways and freeways

I just kept my hands on the wheel

And my eyes up ahead

But I love the anger in your voice

And your fingers on the maps

Tracing lines like they’re roads

Trying to be found on a globe

But never in the world

I love your hands when your throw them

In the air in frustration

How they move like a puppet

Waltzing with your words

When you realize you were looking

In the wrong place the whole time

Tell me I can’t tell me I won’t

I love the look on your face when you

Realize you were wrong and won’t admit it

I love how stubborn you are

With your arms crossed when you won’t look at me

I love how you'll never understand

That if my mistakes are what let me learn the roads

I’d rather get lost than follow your maps

Tell me I can’t tell me I won’t

I love tuning you out and listening to

The rubber on the pavement

with each open window

When I know where I’m going

And just where I am.