i find myself driving
on these back roads
at midnight,
every night.
i’m usually coming
from your house,
where it took us
thirty minutes to
just say goodnight.
but as our time dwindles
and the summer breeze
starts to carry me away
i can’t help but fight.
and i know it’s not right
to try and rewrite how
we have to say our goodbye’s.
because if i had it my way,
we would never have to say
goodbye.
you see,
distance is my worst enemy.
it has only made me want
to pull people closer,
when people just want
to pull away.
and i hope you don’t
pull away.
because even if i’m
faraway
i would just
want to know if you’ve
had a good day,
or if you’re okay,
or even if you still think
of me in that way.
it’s not easy
for me to go,
but this isn’t something
i can just outgrow.
and when i feel a bit
of this hometown nostalgia,
you’ll be at the forefront
of my mind.
i’ll think of how
our fingers intertwined
during those long drives.
i’ll think of what
we once were.
but you must let me go
because the cities are
calling my name while you
are calling me too.
when i go back home,
i’ll be coming back to you.
