how can I trust
someone who knows
that they should
have stayed but didn't?
I will not wait for you.

it's hard to sit still when all I want to do
is run away to Portland, Maine with you.

you know you're in
a heap of trouble
when he gets a haircut
and a new pair of glasses,
and you still think he's
the cutest creature
to ever walk the earth.

"set yourself free from your anxiety.
I have faith in you, you'll be okay."
everybody says it, but it only really
seems to matter when it's coming
from somebody who just gets it.
"just breathe, you'll be alright."

night drives, sitting in the backseat
of your car by the lake,
and I can't even look at you.
we both know that nothing will
be the same in the morning.
I guess that's the price you
have to pay for falling in love
too little and too late,
in the middle of the summer.

I dream of many impossible things.
like winning the lottery or
getting married to a famous boy
that I slow danced with at a concert.
but every time I see a car that
looks a little bit like yours,
I do a double take.
I start to think that maybe you've rolled
back into town to take me away,
like "Thunder Road" by Springsteen.
I think that's my most
impractical daydream of all.

I told him that he was the whole ocean,
and I was just a passing wave.
"there's a bigger one coming,
and I'm too small for you to notice I'm gone."

he replied, "if you're a wave, you're a tidal wave.
you've taken over everything.
you've ruined me in the best possible way.
you've ruined me for anybody else."