The curves on this cobalt two-seater
are so **** beguiling.  ****!

The arcs and contours swerve
through my tangled imagination.

Heh...I am a hopeless romantic
parked in a speedster, dreaming of driving.

I laugh at myself because...how like me
to pick a car that reminds me of you.

I mean, we have yet to experience the pleasure
of meeting each other, but I have seen you before--

My God, I have seen you before--
My trembling hand at the small of your back...

The hypnotic aria of our intimate silence…
The way your laughter heals my pain...

I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of my familiar

Nostalgia made me bitter, turned my love
into a fleeting spirit that burns the palette

Space.  She needed, “Space…”
When did my embrace become a cage?

Space.  She needed, “Space…”
When did bawling in pain become my normal?

I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of this familiar

I thought love was a destination
that could not be reached.

An elusive location that I longed for,
but was too afraid to take the driver’s seat.

I was a hopeless passenger, happy
to be along for someone else’s ride

I have steadied my breath, wiped my eyes
in order to see you clearly.

Whoever you are, wherever you are,
please know that I am driven to find you.

Soon, we’ll hop into this two-seater
and neither of us will be alone.