1. Interstate 5
I should just get out of here and start driving south on Interstate 5
But I need to stay near, in case you suddenly remember that I'm alive
But I have this nagging fear that sex was all you needed
I've tried to persevere; I guess I've not succeeded
And is it sexist to say that I thought just boys were meant to behave in this way?
And though you seemed quite sincere, will you even recognise my face this time next year?
Well I'll remember how your eyes sparkled in the moonlight
You can surely sympathise; I just wanted more than one night
And yes there was one particular glance that made me afraid
That you were just seeing me as a chance of getting laid
2. Bad Thing
And when I kissed her, she tasted of beer
She said she was nervous about being here
She said I don't usually do
The things I'm doing with you
Sha said I lied and I felt like a swine
I laughed as I opened a bottle of wine
And when I offered her some
I said oh why have you come
She said I don't think you should be so disparaging
I'm still a good person, just doing a bad thing/bad things
When it's over we lay on the bed
She sighed disappointedly and then said
I wasn't expecting this (but did I really)
Shave my legs just for this (it wasn't even nearly)
3. Snapshots
I really don’t have any right to complain in this way
My life here isn’t so bad, I’m almost embarrassed to say
When I think of all the pain you had to go through
I was going insane thinking well what can I do
I have no right to feel self-pity like this
It all still seems unreal, baby I miss
The things you say, the friend you became
To me you’ll always stay exactly the same
And that’s
Beautiful forever
How strange to think you’ll never
Have to worry about growing old, about
Counting wrinkles and the winter cold, again
In the middle of the night there’s hardly a sound
As if everything’s all right and you’re still around
You were young and strong and completely carefree
And it seems so wrong that you’ll always be
Beautiful forever
How strange to think you’ll never
Have to worry about growing old, about
Counting wrinkles and the winter cold, again
Oh no my life had not begun
Until your call, was it only yesterday?
I can't believe the things we've done
Since then, and God, I love the way you taste