Thunderstorms at 2am

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Aug 12, 2008


Telephone ringing quiet
But nobody is home
The only thing I know how to do
Is leave everything I've known

Passenger seat of rain-washed car
But I'm getting nowhere fast
The raindrops count the seconds
Hope that time can last

Telephone still ringing
Everyone is gone again
A fast car to nowhere
Thunderstorms at 2am

Windshield wiper counts the seconds
Till I am in her arms
Till I can kiss her on the forehead
Keep driving till I'm done

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  • 16 years ago

    by Hey Brittknee

    Wow, this was amazing
    i especially loved the title

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    This was good...*gags* just sweet. ;)

    Telephone still ringing
    Everyone is gone again
    A fast car to nowhere
    Thunderstorms at 2am

    ^^ I really love this stanza just because..it's relatable. especially the fast car to nowhere bit.

    5/5

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