This is called "Twenty-Year Marriage."
"You keep me waiting in a truck with its one good wheel
stuck in a ditch while you piss against the south side
of a tree.
Hurry, I've got nothing on under my skirt tonight that
still excites you, but this pick up has no windows and the seat.
One fake leather thigh pressed close to mine is cold.
I'm the same size, shape, make as 20 years ago,
but get inside me.
Start the engine.
You'll have the strength, the will to move.
I'll pull you, push.
We'll tear each other in half.
Come on, baby.
Lay me down on my back.
Pretend you don't owe me a thing and maybe we'll
roll out of here, leaving the past stacked up behind us.
Old newspapers, nobody's ever got to read again."