i guess we have no future
(at least you know)
so i look outside of the driver's seat window
my hands on the wheel
passing trees and leaves
(everything here will be tainted with your memory)
and i found myself wondering what the hell is the ******* point
if you're already planning to leave me behind
(i almost cried, it stung)
but tonight as i stood to leave, you said
"don't go. just one more minute? don't leave me yet"
so i laid back down and kissed you again
and i change my mind,
there doesn't need to be a ******* point to any of it
you apologized for not including me in any future plans with your friends, but that i'll be off doing my dance thing. "sorry" and i shook my head and scoffed or something, snorted? i laughed you off, so you added, "but i'll expect a post card" and then i looked to my left and gripped the wheel a little tighter and you put your hand on my knee
and *******, forever doesn't exist
i've never expected it to
but sometimes it really sinks in
and you and i, this
this is going to hurt me