BUT FEELING IS GOOD
You're the guy who's renting a motel room across the street.
You're the guy who's driving by with your music on full blast.
You're familiar but I don't know you.
You like to pet my head when I'm in between your legs and you call me your girly girl.
I slap your hands away and make you beg and make you pray and I send you off when you're wanting more.
And my feet hurt.
and I ran to the end of the street to stop and examine every house's lights.
Nothing looks real.
It all seems so fake, no cars drive by and I'm staring at an empty town full of empty people with broken hearts.
They try, they fail, they give up.
The crickets are chirping when the birds are singing and it reminds me of years ago when it was easy. When we actually did things and we were happy with life the way it was. Facing it straight on.
You're no where near and knowing that stabs at my stomach a little.
But it doesn't really matter, does it
no, not at all...
I'll take my mistakes, at least I can make them.