Drive

You're wearing a white dress

and you won't look at me.

White is for virgins

and oysters

but you--You wear it like

the bravest queen.

I can't leave you alone

I can't sleep at night

I drive past ridges on

restless nights

listening to your mix tapes

which are the sad reason

I fell in love with you

in the first place.

I wish I could tell you

that I like that song

now that I know it's about

f*****g.

Now every love song I hear

on the radio

is about you.

I'm sorry it happened this way

And I'm sorry I can remember

in stabbing detail

the way your skin smells

where your collarbone meets

your shoulder.

 

Reviews

[Michael Handel]

Phew...let me catch my breathe. This is just great as is pretty much everything of yours that I've read. I too have fallen in love with gals via their mix-tapes...I know the deal.