I used to drive. Alot. And many times for the benefit of another. Mom, Girlfriend, buddy going to score "something". I used to wait hours sometimes and say it wouldn't be getting to me, that time is meaningless, etc., lie, etc., lie.
And then there's this grandaddy of all lies...
Looking up at the stars tonight ,I couldn't help but think of you
The way you loved me, at least the way you used to . . . . . .
I miss sound of your voice, I miss the warmth of your touch
I miss the way you used to kiss me...
i sat here waiting
thinking you would change
but how can i possibly think so
when over and over again
you have proven me wrong
i feel like a fool
in a deck of cards
but i am also the player
who always picks "the fool"
you have said things
which made me believe in you again