tragedyintheory

eight minute good byes and now im walking from your door. it was that long walk home in my car that was the hardest trial of self-restraint. i wanted to tear away from rational thought...

i wanted to tear away.
and roll over and down that hillside cliff.
i wanted to tear away.
and steal you off to dreamland at dawn.
i wanted to tear away.
and see the sun rise some where else.
i wanted to tear away.
i wanted to scratch out sore eyes.
i wanted too much.

the song is ending. the road has a mind of its own and is taking me someplace else than some wretched drive way. where am i going... and in an eight minute good bye i found myself ringing your phone...