we made our plans to meet tonight under street lights of suburban U.S.A. nostalgia that I keep on playing on the mix will play that life made for you
to say goodbye, sat around and drank all day, knowing that tomorrow I'll be gone, and I'm so in love with you and tonight when they played our song on
tonight, under stars I fall forgetting, in a bed I'll never make without you sleeping next to me giving me just enough room left to breathe one more day
tears I'll wish you were there as I curl up my arms and hold them as if they were you this big city life bears a promise, from these flourecent lights on
lethargic as it may seem this closure is all that we have and the neon light on my heart is still blinking vacancy I'm not ready to throw your tears
the ghost in the picture, the smile on the face, the absence of words, are taking the place of what's inside you, what's inside me? the shoebox is open
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then
this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye
it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with
after my car was packed and these maps were spread like paint out on the dashboard you never thought to call me i'm driving the world tonight with your face on