i've been thinking

Look me in the eyes
and say its over baby
your lips taste of wild honey
and under the glass
madmen still ask for a poem
(but you are always the poem)
is it possible to loosen up
and wait for the past?
you know, i have to forget
i've been thinking about you
forever
- please get back in the car
and drive me
wherever you want
we'll fly away and pump
ideas of love