It's getting late. And we're both tired. Driving the awkward drive. Paying half attention as you're pointing the way. But our thoughts were racing double the time.
Please don't touch me. I've come too far to let you bring me down. He's thinks that I'm easy. But try as you might you can't have me now. . These tedious dances.
She smelled like 2 am. Took him back to her place. Where all the saints adorn the walls. Delivering her from grace. . He knew he should leave. That this could only turn cold.
She buys a new dress for the party. She always looks good in red. Turns around in front of the mirror. And disappears inside of her head. . She wonders if he'll even remember.