“Are you cool with just tonight?”

And how could I not be sorry?
I let you pass in front of me.
You went straight and I took a sharp left.
I almost flipped.
I never called you to tell you where I was headed or why.
I drove so far that I couldn’t turn back, as if my wheel was stuck or like I didn’t know my way back.
Well, I did.
But sometimes you pass the point of no return
Or at least you think you do.
When I turned I saw bright lights up ahead.
They were so shiny. It was so pretty.
You just kept driving.
Always stopping and asking for directions but your eye never left the mirror.
Well, let me tell you.
When I finally got arrived the lights turned off.
All of a sudden I couldn’t see anything.
There really wasn’t much to see.
It wasn’t so pretty without the colors and life.
And what sucks is that it took me so long to get there.
I did pick up a lot on the way though.
I saw so many different things. Tried everything they thought I wanted.
Things that were definitely not on our route.
So am I sorry I made that left?
How could I not be sorry?
Well, I’m on my way back to meet you now.
I don’t know how you’re gonna take it.
Or how we will.
I’m back where I made my left.
And I’m turning back towards you and I’m going as fast as I can.
It’s such a pretty route. It’s just different. You can’t speed by here.
I know when I get there though you’ll stop to say, “Hello.”
With open arms and a kiss… you are too quick to forgive.
And in light of my mistakes, you touch my dirty mouth.
And, well, yes at times I don’t think we should be doing this.
Come to bed, love, give me your lips.