colemanite_flakes Posted January 19, 2010 Report Share Posted January 19, 2010 Rain hits the windshield, droplets turning into little rivers Hot breath fogs the back hatch and I draw crude figures Of you and me and the drinks we once shared As the second hand ticks my pulse stabs along I wonder if tonight you'll even appear. I can still smell your soft cologne I can still taste my poisoned words I can still feel your lips I can see you in your window as my breath sucks back into my chest. Thoughts and gasoline are thick in the air Lost in memory as I start to despair I love you I swear so you better beware All I'd do is rip out your heart once again I decide to never let you know I was there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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