viernes, 19 de agosto de 2011


Well the streets can't get much darker as I step into my car.
Driving east, I'm trying to calm myself until I know where you are.
Cause my mind makes up excuses, or you say that's what I do.
Cause it's taken me too long to know, It's time I need with you.

And this is the last time I look before I leap.
I confess, I'm a mess when you leave.
Why'd you leave?

And these days pass, but I still haven't slept at all.
And I'm terrified to call, you can't forget me.
We promised not to change but then we grew up; but not too fast.
We lived a lifetime in a week before you left.
But I'm still stuck here, and all I have left are those nights in your bed with my hand slipping further up your dress.
Then you stopped me, but it's cute because you do it so smooth.

And I seem to recall several nights spent in the back of your car.
You said, 'I want you to know, my body's burning for yours'.
Or those days spent drinking with nothing to do, except get lost in the moment as I slowly undress you.

And I'll pretend that you're here & you're not gone.
It's not the end if you were here & you're not gone...

I don't want let you go.

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