Boston - Horror Show

In her car six hours long

Whisper words song after song

Eyes wide shut we sat and stare

Long loss sought, oh, life’s unfair

We always want we can’t have

And we always lose

So we’re always sad

Grade school crush

Blood soaked hair

Four more hours and well there

Utter words of importance

When we forget to say

She likes me, I love her

But they always go away

Wishful thinking

Lost train of thought

Shattered dreams broke

From the start, desperate yells

Cries for help, we do it ourselves

What we always want we’ll never have

'Cause we want too much

What is love and whats it like

One one zero off the mass pike

Irony floods the car like air

Hope and pray that she is there