While my peach rings were digesting you were drinking in a field. Far away from Wednesday headaches signals gone so you stop texting. And I only want to know just what it is about decisions turns an empty night alive, makes some boring words impressive. Turn me into a computer, let my vital signs be data. Graph dramatic growth to mask our endless needs and loss of patience. Make my bad thoughts feel consistent, make our awkward love feel ageless. In the morning we still feel like it's just nighttime on vacation.
So I drive to where I'd walk to wanting nothing more than iced tea. And the car plays that one CD that we made for summer driving. And I can't see where the road ends past the safety glass and plastic. But the gas still smells fantastic when it's filling up the hyundai in the spring.
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