push the button, the window goes up
warm forehead and cold glass
i place my hand on the cold clear surface
and rub my finger over the fogged figure
where is she? where the hell could she be?
god, what could take her so long?
what is she doing, is she talking about me?
no point in guessing, i'm probably wrong
i opened the gate to the outside world
and i looked around searching for truth
but found nothing but dormant shells
lined up nicely and containing no life
gasoline rainbows in a nearby puddle
i gaze upon the luminous sunlit sight
my reflection was too severely muddled
to see tears in my eyes of which i fight
why the hell is she not coming back?
do i sit in this stupid thing all day long?
i'm so tired of her abandoning me
this happens too much, i must grow strong
