Same guy, different writing...
Greetings from Pensacola
Why don't you just move to the moon and I'll load my belongings in the bathyscaphe and submerge myself in the Marianas Trench.
Halfway to you is twice as far as I've ever gone alone and when I look at a map and I see Pensacola and where you are and all those curling blue lines in between them and me and all the snarling red between them and you, I can't even begin to think about how many Cokes and how many Sex on the Beaches and how many Wendy's and Honk if you heart Jesus there are trying to keep me from you.
You should have cornered me late one night and put your hand on the back of my neck and covered my mouth with yours. You should have made me a tape or written me a letter or slapped me across the face. You should have figured something out -- a mutual friend, a bottle of vodka, a car bomb, a daisy, because I'm just too stupid and not brave enough to consider the possibility of you!
Then we'd be hating each othe across a state instead of wondering and hinting and writing and regretting. I don't know which is worse.
Why don't you just move to the moon and I'll load my belongings in the bathyscaphe and submerge myself in the Marianas Trench.
Halfway to you is twice as far as I've ever gone alone and when I look at a map and I see Pensacola and where you are and all those curling blue lines in between them and me and all the snarling red between them and you, I can't even begin to think about how many Cokes and how many Sex on the Beaches and how many Wendy's and Honk if you heart Jesus there are trying to keep me from you.
You should have cornered me late one night and put your hand on the back of my neck and covered my mouth with yours. You should have made me a tape or written me a letter or slapped me across the face. You should have figured something out -- a mutual friend, a bottle of vodka, a car bomb, a daisy, because I'm just too stupid and not brave enough to consider the possibility of you!
Then we'd be hating each othe across a state instead of wondering and hinting and writing and regretting. I don't know which is worse.