Behind it all,
the boyish smile and smirk.
Behind the boyish eyes and look and lies,
is a man full of boyish mistakes.
Unlike the boy, I learn now.
I drove. I drove the short mile to your house.
I drove the short miles to escape.
To get away. To feel the good in life.
But one day the boy made a mistake.
He traded it all in for something new, pretty and shiny.
For a drive in a different direction.
A drive to somewhere stuck in its place.
Baby, believe me I was scared.
It kept my heart from breaking.
It held as long as it could but now it’s finally broken.
And it’s not because of her. It’s because of you.
You had me more in a minute than she had me in a year.
