Window Watcher

[colemanite_flakes]

Rain hits the windshield, droplets turning into little rivers

Hot breath fogs the back hatch and I draw crude figures

Of you and me and the drinks we once shared

As the second hand ticks my pulse stabs along

I wonder if tonight you'll even appear.

 

I can still smell your soft cologne

I can still taste my poisoned words

I can still feel your lips

 

I can see you in your window as my breath sucks back into my chest.

 

Thoughts and gasoline are thick in the air

Lost in memory as I start to despair

I love you I swear so you better beware

All I'd do is rip out your heart once again

I decide to never let you know I was there