You left out of the barInto my car and kissed me good nightYou got onto your flightOut of my car and into the starsWhere she waits for youOn the other sideNo talk of me in her eyesI left glitter on your lipsYou said that we could look forward to itBut you're too cool with your moustache of womenI wish that you would just stand up or give inBut you hold back like arrested loveI hold inside, gripped like a gloveAre you cuter than cute or just a beautiful bruteYour fingers clench, you disappear into your appartmentI drive until the sun comes upAhead of me the road again looms longI want you in my bed, I want you in my songSometimes poems come easier than wordsI wish but I don't wish you weren't with her'cause you left out of the barInto my car and kissed me good nightYou got onto your flightOut of my car and into the starsWhere she waitsFor you
