My blanket laid out on the grass.    Reading novels to each other on a sunny spring Sunday.    Quiet hometown suburbia.    Waiting patiently to get out of here.    Though we’re worlds apart now.    I can’t help think of you.    At two in the morning.    On a hot summers night.    And if I really think of what you said to me.    I can’t stop for long.    So.    So long.    Come on.    This is how we do our hair.    My head through your windshield.    Dripping blood on your steering wheel.    Would it be a blast to your ears.    Or would you never drive again.    And so long lost love as angels they take me above.    Just remember I stopped to say hello.