iLoveYouWithaKnife
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- Mar 30, 2002
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Driving home with the dawn peeking,
in someone else's car
I saw the real you, I think.
Even though I couldn't take my eyes off the road.
And perhaps at the wedding party
all the beer and wine, the jack daniels
and whatever else you happened to consume
helped you to let your guard down.
But in all actuality, I really think
that you had absolutely no control
in hiding the fact you were nervous.
So I held your hand.
I listened to you rant about your take,
on the situation of us and how you thought
I was blowing you off. And the saddest part
was when you said what do I have to offer you?
I know I do something to you inside.
Something that was stripped away
by the girl who fucked up your life.
I really like to see your real smile.
You make me laugh, and you know it.
And I love when you tell me
I can dress my ass off. And with everything else you say
I tell you I'm not used to dealing with compliments.
I drifted off listening to you murmur words
Jen, you're a really sweet girl
Sweet? I thought....
It's the best word I can come up with to describe you, laying here with me now.
I don't think I slept that well in a while.
At first you didn't even want to leave the party,
because even if I did stay over I'd be
gone in the morning when you woke up.
But you decided that six hours was better than none.
And tomorrow is in fact, another day.
in someone else's car
I saw the real you, I think.
Even though I couldn't take my eyes off the road.
And perhaps at the wedding party
all the beer and wine, the jack daniels
and whatever else you happened to consume
helped you to let your guard down.
But in all actuality, I really think
that you had absolutely no control
in hiding the fact you were nervous.
So I held your hand.
I listened to you rant about your take,
on the situation of us and how you thought
I was blowing you off. And the saddest part
was when you said what do I have to offer you?
I know I do something to you inside.
Something that was stripped away
by the girl who fucked up your life.
I really like to see your real smile.
You make me laugh, and you know it.
And I love when you tell me
I can dress my ass off. And with everything else you say
I tell you I'm not used to dealing with compliments.
I drifted off listening to you murmur words
Jen, you're a really sweet girl
Sweet? I thought....
It's the best word I can come up with to describe you, laying here with me now.
I don't think I slept that well in a while.
At first you didn't even want to leave the party,
because even if I did stay over I'd be
gone in the morning when you woke up.
But you decided that six hours was better than none.
And tomorrow is in fact, another day.

