07 fevereiro 2009

Interstate love story



I woke without you (again)
Only your sweet smell on the blankets
I laughed... Hey, hey! Is she playing with me again?
08:45 at morning, her message on the torn paper over the stereo
“Don’t try to find your pick-up key.
Kisses and goodbye for now… x.o.x.o”

Hey Parson, please loan me your motorcycle.
You know, Is She... Driving me crazy again
Too many hours wasted on a desert highway
And I found Ana on the curve of the road
Too much beyond the Steven's Gas Station
It’s getting dark...

A pierced tire and the skies sprinkled with stars
At the place where we used to date
She laughed “Baby, don’t worry”
Kissed me once and said “No promises, no rules”
Kissed me twice and whispered “But I love you. No doubts”

She held my hand close to her face
And speak to me suddenly
“Don’t you are a bad guy?
C’mon, c’mon you’re in here to punish me
But… tomorrow you’ll change the pierced tire. Okay?
And I, well, well… I wanna drive!”

Felipe Gangrel para Ana Luiza (again!)

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