You smoke cigarettes that make my car smell like baked confections.

So next time you're thinking about telling me what I did wrong
think about all I let myself forget
.

Only recently did eighty-five miles per hour seem fast again. And I'm sticking to my two-item list of dependable items. However, I suddenly remembered what was to come this Friday and suddenly I didn't need to be such a bitch anymore.

I don't know where I'm going with this
(I never do)

Ever since we talked in the rain, I've become just as magnetic to you as the people we discussed. At least I'd like to think so. (Would I?) All analyzing of my own feelings aside, I do want to know one thing-

why do you suddenly find me magnetic?

Now?

The longer you go being alone, the more difficult it becomes to discern between genuine attraction and the need for a companion.

Fuck designated drivers-

we need more designated lovers.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]