I’m not lonely
But these roads are
Teeming with ants and birds soaring above
I drive on by, past them all and the clouds too
I’m not lonely
But this car is, this heart is
I miss the days when it was the other way around
When I had someone to chauffeur me
I dream of you
Standing in the tall yellow grass
Thumbs up and a cheeky grin
I don’t drive on by
I dream of letting you in
You laugh at the CDs I keep
All by your feet
But you like the music anyway
I ask of you, “Where you headed?”
You just laugh
And my cheeks turn red
But it’s not because of the summer sun
I sing with you
And you love the lyrics
To these old rock and roll songs
But we don’t part ways
I kiss you
Maybe not then
Behind a grimy windshield
But eventually
We don’t part ways
Instead, we keep each other company
In this dinged up white car
On grey-blue lonely roads
But you don’t exist
Not outside my mind
Not outside my heart
Not outside my words
So, I implore you,
That when we meet
I want our story to be
Of a happily ever after
And not a Twilight Zone episode
So,
Mister Hitch Hiker,
Do you reckon I can give you a lift?
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
I’m not lonely
But these roads are
Teeming with ants and birds soaring above
I drive on by, past them all and the clouds too
I’m not lonely
But this car is, this heart is
I miss the days when it was the other way around
When I had someone to chauffeur me
I dream of you
Standing in the tall yellow grass
Thumbs up and a cheeky grin
I don’t drive on by
I dream of letting you in
You laugh at the CDs I keep
All by your feet
But you like the music anyway
I ask of you, “Where you headed?”
You just laugh
And my cheeks turn red
But it’s not because of the summer sun
I sing with you
And you love the lyrics
To these old rock and roll songs
But we don’t part ways
I kiss you
Maybe not then
Behind a grimy windshield
But eventually
We don’t part ways
Instead, we keep each other company
In this dinged up white car
On grey-blue lonely roads
But you don’t exist
Not outside my mind
Not outside my heart
Not outside my words
So, I implore you,
That when we meet
I want our story to be
Of a happily ever after
And not a Twilight Zone episode
So,
Mister Hitch Hiker,
Do you reckon I can give you a lift?
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