it's 2 am,
and I wish I was sorry.

but some loves wear leather jackets and ride without helmets
and some loves sit in the corner, too polite to tell you how pretty you are when you smell like smoke.

some loves are too polite to tell you when you're going up in smoke.

it's 2:18 am,
and I wish I was sorry.

but some girls know the sequels are never quite as satisfying
and some girls would rather write blindly on and on than finish the story.

some girls wear leather jackets and ride without helmets.

it's 9 am,
and I wish I was sorry.

but you wear my hand woven with your own
and you know full well that I can't stay the night.