one other day,
one other car,
one other rich boy
wanting to take me far.
but my mind thinks of you.
i'm not the kind of girl
who falls for someone i've just met
but with you, it felt like i would regret
if i didn't take my chance.
and now i'm list thinking
come on, text me, call me back.
these lousy poems will be the death of me,
i should be trying new things.
driving his benz,
sitting in his mercedes,
watching the other one change his cars and bikes
every twelve, sixteen weeks,
but look at me,
look at you and my mindless wishing.
rich boy of girls' dreams,
are you interested in me?
you seemed to finally get somewhat comfortable,
even though we weren't going 250.
you remind me of my archie,
and all the stupid love scenes i've written for him.
come on now and tell me,
where did you want to take me?
i will try to be free.
