I don’t wanna go home, I want to be out. I want to be with you. I want to feel you and understand every reason behind the tattoo on your upper arm and how you got that scar on your upper lip, I stare at it.
Wondering how you could still be so beautiful.
If we end this night, it would be letting go of the mystery of you but all of this is just fiction. You whisked me away, you didn’t pick me up in your truck or take me out. You’re not here you never have been. I never had you touch me like I want you to, I never had you hold me as I cried about my sister leaving.
I watch your life unfold in the distance; that is how it is. I will always hold a special place in my heart for you and maybe I will always make my birthday wishes about you like when I was fourteen and wished you would be mine.
If I wait long enough you might take me home someday, to a house that is ours. Is that crazy? Don’t answer that. I already know the answer but I don’t want to hear what you or anyone thinks. That would ruin my image of you and me.
I just want to keep driving a little bit longer, please.
Just humor me? Okay?
I promise once the road splits, I will walk away and I will do my best to walk away. I have stayed away for this long, forever on this road without you can’t be as bad as I think. Right?
It doesn’t matter, I can’t turn back now. The road is ending and it’s not merging your way, I am on my own, but I will see you again someday.
Thank you for the dreams, I will see you on the highway.
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