if we were in a movie,
this would be the part where I look into
your eyes and make a demand:
"don't just stand there, say something."
but you give me a sorry look
take my hand
and tell me
"if things had been different..."
but they aren't.
they are the same.
TAKE FIVE.
lights go off, cameras aren't rolling
cellphones are ringing
where have we gone?

I hate chemistry and my
guitar is melting in the back of
my red pick up truck
sitting in my driveway
I ride my bike, you ride my bike
and I'll keep baking cookies.
See, my life is happy
or at least that's what I tell them all
but if I had a bright red marker,
I would write my promise on the wall
"things aren't over yet"
and I'd keep living like
my throat is on fire
I'd let you know what I was doing,
sneaking out the back
I'd say 'don't worry' cuz
no one else is looking over their shoulders
so why should you?