So I Was Driving, and
I took a hit to blast back to my past where time has ran too fast, I
find myself in the same situation I last cast myself at, and
it’s insane that I’m here a recast,
situated again in the same shit I said woulda been my first and last.
But I, can’t say I blame fate or the overrate of how my relationships shaped, or
you, and you, and her, and him for screwing over the you and me, the us,
but I, do know for certain that the fact is that
most of you take love as a one-way road ending in a crafted cul-de-sac.
You soak in the affection, the attention, the complex dimension of this very situation,
and I, continue to create a foundation toward a you and me based relation but,
as the budding thought that this situation was in a direction of our combination
I’m awakened by the fact that I’m driving down this one-way road in frustration.
See, these oh so beautiful girls that cause me to oh so fall in deep infatuation
tend to enjoy only the admiration, possessing no thought of contributing to the relation.
And it’s not fair they say we’re not doing enough to prompt them to give us a chance,
I say to hell with that because you just want attention, so I say fuck the chance of luck and romance.
Love is not a one-way road; it needs two sides to drive toward making any strides,
and if I, stay the designated driver, I could end up underwater and not a survivor
of this, complex dimension of this very situation where I find myself in isolation.
And, presently, I’m hoping YOU are not a part of THEY, and
I guess all I really wanna say is that I hope you can handle the load of
meeting me halfway and loving me with a perfect two-way road love.
