and falling for the looks you give me across the car seat of the tilt-a-whirl,
and i'm hoping and wishing that you'll find away into my bed sheets tonight
because the distance between us
is a travesty, my love.
with all this alcohol and everything else lying on my heavy tongue,
i'm hoping my eyes will haunt you.
maybe its cruel, but i hope my lips are breaking your heart.
your breath caresses my neck
but you won't kiss me here
and we both know it.
i hope you cry for me one day, if you haven't already.