it was a long drive
you had begged me to stay
but i had changed my mind
i couldn't comfort you anymore
it was the last time we spoke
you'd asked me to read you Hemingway
then asked what it meant
i said "love, it wasn't fun any more."
and then we realized it was about us
and no more words came out of our mouths
sometimes its better to let go of the nights you can never get back
most times its best to say no to a need to reinvent the past
and now i