iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
I went to my last work assignment
20 minutes earlier
In hopes that I would get done
20 minutes earlier
So I could be at your house
to watch that tv show
But I found myself
sitting in my car for
20 minutes.
And you're just like this windshield
I can see right through you
And this rain that falls outside
It's just the tears from my eyes
And I'll use my hand
as a windshield wiper
So I can see driving home.
This seatbelt isn't the only thing
holding me back-
from getting involved
with you once again.
It's the things that you do-
that yellow triangle yield sign
that says proceed with caution.
But my heart still races
when I see you
When I think things
might be okay this time
But I find
most times
It's just the rpm needle
that races past the red lines-
Sometimes I can't get home
quick enough.
And the music that blares
is words you said
You were too scared
to say to me face to face.
But I find I can't win this race
No matter how long
I prepare for it.
I feel like I'm driving
on thin ice
And you're not doing much
but pushing me over the line
And your only excuse
is "sorry, i forgot"
But you're always forgetting
and always apologizing
And sometimes everything
you say
has no fucking meaning.
As I get up to leave
you make that poutty face
thinking I might stay
But I get up leave anyway
And slam your door
on my way out
And do you think I thought
you'd come out
and stop me as I walked to my car?
Of course I didn't.
Did you forget? I know you-
I know how you are.
So I'll get in my car
and we'll be 15 miles apart
because your ill intentions
drove me home tonight.
20 minutes earlier
In hopes that I would get done
20 minutes earlier
So I could be at your house
to watch that tv show
But I found myself
sitting in my car for
20 minutes.
And you're just like this windshield
I can see right through you
And this rain that falls outside
It's just the tears from my eyes
And I'll use my hand
as a windshield wiper
So I can see driving home.
This seatbelt isn't the only thing
holding me back-
from getting involved
with you once again.
It's the things that you do-
that yellow triangle yield sign
that says proceed with caution.
But my heart still races
when I see you
When I think things
might be okay this time
But I find
most times
It's just the rpm needle
that races past the red lines-
Sometimes I can't get home
quick enough.
And the music that blares
is words you said
You were too scared
to say to me face to face.
But I find I can't win this race
No matter how long
I prepare for it.
I feel like I'm driving
on thin ice
And you're not doing much
but pushing me over the line
And your only excuse
is "sorry, i forgot"
But you're always forgetting
and always apologizing
And sometimes everything
you say
has no fucking meaning.
As I get up to leave
you make that poutty face
thinking I might stay
But I get up leave anyway
And slam your door
on my way out
And do you think I thought
you'd come out
and stop me as I walked to my car?
Of course I didn't.
Did you forget? I know you-
I know how you are.
So I'll get in my car
and we'll be 15 miles apart
because your ill intentions
drove me home tonight.
