Didn't I tell you that it's lonely out there?nDidn't I lie so much and pretty darn well?nIt's not that I don't trust you, but I have to check for myself.nI have to tape all the windows when the wind gets rough.nnGod had a plan for what happened to me.nKnowing that I'm waiting here to seenif things might still turn out alright finally.nnMaybe I'll ruin all the good in my lifenholding you against me like a slide to the light.nI'm resting my head on the passenger glass.nI'm rolling on the ground to scratch an unreachable back.nnGod had a plan for what happened for us.nKnowing the hairs on our arms and the dustncollecting on unused glasses and cups.nnI can see the change it made in your face:nthe slow dissolve from black to gray,nThe weird delay between nthe things you think and the things you say.nYou're petering out, I'm petered away.nnI just want to lay down with you.nI won't try anything, I swear.nYou won't even know I'm there.nnI'm not taking my chances, so I'm counting out loud.nNothing worse than missing simple trees going by.nEvery new day is hard in a very new way.nEvery good day is good in its very own way.nnShirley Road Shirley you treated me fine.nCounting the hundreds of faded white lines.nI'm silent and green like a blank highway sign.nnSuddenly you smell like winter applesnand the same ways thatnmake you ripe will make you decay.nnAnd I can hear the worry in your voice,nthe quiet blame you point away,nthe hidden name beneathnthe things you think and the things you say.nThey're petering out and you will remain.nnI just want to lay down with you.nI won't try anything, I swear.nYou won't even know I'm there.n