"Turn it back, baby

Turn back yesterday's hands of time

Replace it with yours

Make me weak in these combat boots

(a sharpie heart

Drawn

on the toe)

Drive me crazy with your disarray

Late-night surprises

And

Six-hour drives

Like you really believe we'll be okay.

'I'm sorry I tried to make you happy, baby.'"

5/17/2006 11:26am