"Emergency brake jabbing my ribs
A rude reminder
That he's taking me home and has to go
In the morning,
Constellations dance around my eyes
My head in his lap,
Fingers clutching the leg of his blue jeans
He shifts gears and
Sings to the pop-rock-dance-mix on the radio.
'Baby, I'll sob as you drive away tonight.'"
Note: And he's gone again...another two months as least before we'll see each other. Maybe we'll get it right this time around...thanks for reading!