âIâll Drop You Off At The Next Cornerâ (Other) by Blindpoetry
..sorry - this one's a story... --
You donât feel the love Iâm feeling. You killed the brakes that I
was using. You followed directions to the gas station, as I thought we
were going to your house. If you want to stop for food, then donât
ride with me, donât ride with me, donât ride with me!
You want to speed in a little toy car, get pulled over by the cop and
say you love him, as strangers are oblivious to your personality. You
want to dance with the foreign, cardboard male, listen to it sing and
watch it fall for you, as it wonât stand by itself. You want to love a
prince that will be king of your mind, but his mind will be ruled by the
girl next door, as this is common for the typical, bored, make-up bottle.
Iâm going to pull over and leave you on the street for the summer, as
I know you wonât be alone. Camp out in the woods, prince charming will
find you and have a healthy supply of vitamins. Iâm going to trip and
fall on purpose and let you watch, freaking out for it wasnât on queue.
Drop dead with me and Iâll come back, but you decide to stand still
and stare. Iâll get up and youâll try to comfort me, but I will
shake my head and blame you for drinking the Pepto-Bismol. Iâm going
to attempt a speech to win the election to rule over your mind, but my
last few dinners were too big. Now I trip and fall down the stairs.
Thank goodness my fat saved me.
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