My blanket laid out on the grass.
Reading novels to each other on a sunny spring Sunday.
Quiet hometown suburbia.
Waiting patiently to get out of here.
Though we're worlds apart now.
I can't help think of you.
At two in the morning.
On a hot summers night.
And if I really think of what you said to me.
I can't stop for long.
So.
So long.
Come on.
This is how we do our hair.
My head through your windshield.
Dripping blood on your steering wheel.
Would it be a blast to your ears.
Or would you never drive again.
And so long lost love as angels they take me above.
Just remember I stopped to say hello.