I remember the way. Driving home late. Speeding all the way. Alone in the rain. . I was rehearsing a part. From down at the bar. My mouth smelled like a drink.
It's complicated. Technically I'm certified. A walking declaration. Of everything I couldn't get right. . Time is just an anchor. But 7 years I think I'm right.
I am a girl with a forgettable face. No matter my color, no matter my name. At work, there is a boy and he treats me well. My old friends from high school, I see them around.
Calling it quits. You think this is easy. I swear I hurt. You call in the jury. Call it a catch. Without any strings attached. . Well I'm looking for a soft place to land.