I hugged you without kissing you,
as I tried to walk away, but I'm already missing you, as I drive down Katie Highway. And it's already got me crying, on the way home from your house, because I know that I won't be seeing you until Christmas rolls around. And isn't it ironic, that after always wanting to leave, that now that I'm finally out of here, it's my escape that's got me bereaved. |
Below are some of the scratches along the way: (this one was pretty hard in coming, and wasn't even one of my best :P) Another hug without kisses- an attempt to make me miss you less. But it didn't stop me from crying, as I drove home, for the last time in three months... down Katie Highway. But that didn't stop me from crying as I drove for the last time down Katie Highway. I hugged you without kissing you, as I tried to walk away, but I'm already missing you, as I drive down Katie-way. (considered because it rhymes better, but "Katie Highway" has sentimental value so I won't lose it, and also... Katie-way seems contrived, not to mention immature) And isn't it ironic that after wanting to leave for the past ten years of my life, that now that I'm finally getting out of here, it's my escape that makes me cry. And isn't it ironic, that after trying to get out of here for the last ten years of my life, that now that I'm finally doing so, it's my very escape that makes me cry. that I've spent ten years of my life just trying to get away from here, but now when I'm leaving, I cry. And isn't it ironic- I've been trying to leave this place for the last ten years of my life, and now that I've finally succeeded in doing so, I've got a reason where leaving it makes me cry.