Drive | H.S.
"You pick me up and take me home again,
head out the window again,
we're hollow like the bottles that we drain.
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel,
pulses can drive from here,
we might be hollow, but we're brave..."
in which the (tall, lanky, slightly awkward) boy named Harry and the (small, petite, slightly quiet) girl named Sarah drive through the perfect suburban streets to escape their lives, and end up finding a screwed-up kind of love along the way.