Long Shot Hero. Regrets No More. Modern American Poetry. Zeneszám

i can't find the words to tell you
how far down it was when i fell for you
part of me wants this to end soon and part of me just won't agree.
and i frame these thoughts in my mind now
coming back from a long seven hour drive back to this old house
passing endless road signs, and white lines
thinking and driving tends to hypnotize and sometimes blind me.

i can't find the words to tell you
how far down it was when i fell for you
part of me wants this to end soon and part of me just won't agree.

and i sit with my back to the wall once again
thinking about you and what you said once again
passing endless road signs, and white lines
thinking and driving tends to hypnotize and sometimes blind me.
i can't find the words to tell you
how far down it was when i fell for you
part of me wants this to end soon and part of me just won't agree.

(in such a busy world, your smile reminds me that i'll be alright)

(in such a busy world, your smile reminds me that i'll be alright)

can't you see i'm finally coming clean?
and that it makes me wanna go insane?