I'm such a lightweight
and here I am
kyle's parking lot
watching, hoping
scanning for a white car
any two-door
white sedan.
but every two-door
white sedan
isn't her's
and I don't know why
I'm such a goddamn wreck.
things like this
always happen to me.
it's two in the morning
and the moon
is reflecting off the river
and I'm high
so the lights
on the water
are dancing
and they remind me of something
that I don't want to remember
that I never want to remember
ever again.
I hope
what we have
will last.
I hope
you're not
a liar.
your lips
always touch mine
so softly,
and I know
you really mean
what you say.
I just always
have to complicate
things.
I don't know why
I get so sad
when you're not around.
I don't know why
I've invested so much
into the idea of you.
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