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
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...