On The Drive Home

Love

Keep your eyes on the road

'Cause when I stare all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul

And maybe

Maybe it's all my fault

That it's so quiet

On the drive home

Babe

Can I build my home in your mind?

A disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined

But somehow

My favorite kind

And my favorite view

When it untangles in the moonlight

Darling

We're getting older

In less than eight months, you'll wash tear stains off of your shoulder

And drenched in alcohol and conceit

The cold-blooded bodies, quick on their feet

Will tell you how to earn your stripes

And you'll be listening while

I sit here with glistening eyes

As the stripes on my back chip and dry

You won't be listening to my cries

Anymore

And we'll be

Two pieces of driftwood

Floating in a sea

Of missed calls and excuses

And your home will change into four walls and a mini fridge

Instead of

Four limbs and lips to kiss

But for now

The night is young

And you are here and Snow Patrol just came on the radio

So, darling, let's take

Darling, let's take

The long way home

Love

Keep your eyes on the road