Flash flood eyes and thunderstorm hair: the things that drew you to me.
Things never went the way you wanted them to. Wave goodbye to the person that you thought you were.
Say hello to shrink wrapped plastic.
Generic.
Sad.
Well, whatever.
It's like driving down the highway. Eying a car crash. Wishing that you could be soneones cause. Or effect. Someones motive. And knowing it isn't to be.
Plant a tree. Save a life. Give them more than you're worth.
Quit trying so hard.
I'll sit here all night if I have to. List off the things that brought us together.
Insomnia, cigarettes, bad movies.
Boredom?
But don't bring it up that it was fate. We'll never know that for sure.
We've only got one life, sugar.
And I'll be damned if I waste it on coincidence.
