Lost Cause

Yeahhe's she's a looker,
But I really think it's guts that matter most.
I displayed them for you,
Strewn out about from coast to coast.

I am easily make believe,
Just dress me up in what you want me to be.
I'll take back what I've been saying for quite some time now.

I gotta feel you in my bones again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.
I wanna taste you one more time again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you...

I'm not over Matt...
I threw the fake ring out of the window as I sped down the highway, watching the sun glitter against it one last time before the highway pulverized it... and it probably pierced a few tires... I palmfaced myself and shifted in the leather seat, my thighs sticking to it in that miniskirt. Good thinking, yes?

Actually, I think not...

The lyrics took over my thoughts again...

Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you)
Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you)
Why can't you just love me back?
(why can't you, why can't you just love)

I gotta feel you in my bones again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.
I wanna taste you one more time again,
I'm all over you.
I'm not over you.
This life is way too shor-

I slammed the eject button on the stereo and pulled the CD out, whipping it out the window. I sighed in relief, glad the song was gone away. A screech of tires followed my train of thought and my eyes widened when a metallic smash came from behind me.

Oops...