love stinks ... lets take the long way home
he wasnt ever really there. and could just never quiet love me. so he takes me on dates where we dont say a word. just drive around. sometimes hes beautiful to me. other times his smile makes me sick. but all the same we dont ever really talk. every once in a while mouths will move and sounds will fill the interior of little car, but i dont know him. i dont really hear him, i know he wont hear me. i lite another cigarette, roll the window down. with each inhale i hold him close. and with each exhale i curse his name. as i sit there looking at him direct the little vessel we ride in, i turn him to a pale liquid with my mind. i put his form in a syringe and take my fix. i wish he would just be that easy. when he kiss me with a broken mouth, i wish i could suck out all of his poison. if only he would just be that simple. but that wouldnt be suitable for me. no never me. i suppose im just to tragically, tragic to normal. neurotic tendiancys keep me up all nite, and put me in cars with boys that dont love me. i'll be here for 10 more minutes, hes taking the long way home again tonite.