Hmmmm.... Car is parked, bags are packed. But what kind of heart doesn't look back. At the comfortable glow from the porch. . The one I will still call yours?.
Word came through in a letter. One of us changing our minds. You won't need to guess who since I usually do. Not send letters to me that are mine. . I told him I saw this coming.
I don't want to talk about it to you. I'm not an open book that you can rifle through. The cold hard truth that you see right to. I'm just basket case without you.