Monday, August 4, 2008

stuck

this mess you made with your eyes
and your hands
i hold it now
and not one fleeting thought 
i never was, not in your way
my forehead burned where your mouth was for a moment
you were never really there
until
you saw the back of my head under the lights of the highway
you couldn't drive fast enough 
but i got you there
even if it wasn't really me