Plastic Cup Toast

A sticky note on the fridge says

'buy some milk'

But you aren't coming home tonight

Out on a back road with no

shoulder

Just the dashboard's faded yellow light (mhmmm)

A coworker is still online,

green dot glowing

Toasting with a plastic cup from far away

We roll the windows down to keep from going crazy

But we've got nothing left to say

And the wind just sweeps the dust off the dashboard

While the engine hums our favorite song

Now I'm staring at a screen that's fading out

Wondering where we both went wrong

There's a line that we crossed in the silence

No shoulder to pull over on

Just a sticky note on the fridge (ahhhh)