boxcar racer

this vacation's useless, these white pills aren't kind. i've given a lot of thought on this 13 hour drive. i miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9, and slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights. i've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have, the days have come and gone, our lives went by so fast. i faintly remember breathing, on your bedroom floor, where i laid and told you, but you'd swear you love me more... do you care if i don't know what to say? will you sleep tonight? will you think of me? will i shake this off, pretend its all okay? that there's someone out there who feels just like me... there is.