Sep 21, 2005 19:11
This car ride gets me from A to B,
Without the comforts or interlocked fingers in the backseat.
Overhead the stars match the freckles on your cheek,
But this dried up flower on my nightstand doesn't match my eyes.
Sure I'm upset and sad. I was excited. But nothing really can be done about it now. I still love you. Nothing you do can change that, I just wish things didn't turn out like this. I'll see you another day soon I hope. Goodnight.