You told me to never stop trying.
The words rolled off your tongue like dew from leaves.
Filled with life and screaming.
Careful, cautiuos, gentle.
But now I'm stuck with this pencil, etched between two
sheets. This train ride, it can't keep you and I all love
and laughter. This distance, I'd walk it and you could
be my cruth forever. And I'm not giving up, from this
letter I do pour, I write, "Please wait up tonight,"
signed the Jersey Shore.
You told me not to let you have me.
The words caught both your lips no matter
How many kinks are in these tracks,
The clouds will never stop rolling due east.
This train ride, it can't keep you and I all love and
laughter. This distance, I'd walk it and you could
be my cruth forever. And I'm not giving up, from
this letter I do pour, I write, "Please wait up tonight,"
signed the Jersey Shore.