We Looked Like Giants

I've never been too good with secrets, no

In the back of my grey subcompact
And together there
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
When I was with you then
With all its foul temptations
I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes

In a still suburban town
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
When every Thursday
And reading aloud from magazines
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
I've become what I always hated
We looked like giants
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get
All together there

Began to pass, from every pane of weathered glass
God damn the black night
Do you remember the JAMC?
I don't know about you

Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
Remembering when you were mine
And we'd learn, how our bodies worked
But I swear on my name, they could smell it on me