in my rearview mirror i see a pair of headlights that i am sure belong to no other than you , because who else is out on lyons at 4:10 a.m. ? my foot won't press any harder on the gas , though , even though the speed limit is 40 and i am going anywhere from 32 to 37 miles per hour but my brain is sending signals to MOVE MOVE MOVE faster and faster away from the headlights approaching from behind because i don't want you to see me like this . until you see me again , every time you think of me , i want you to remember me as composed , optimistic , even detached , in my goodbyes -- not this emotional wreck with bloodshot eyes and song lyrics for every situation . somehow you're next to me now and i mouth the words i can't do justice to before pulling up slightly ahead of you and moving into the left turning lane extremely in advance so the door panel blocks your view and i peel out to just get away before this explosion of ruined eyeliner runs down my cheeks ( continues ? ) . i hate you for doing this to me but i've never been so much more in love and wednesday is coming soon but there won't always be a wednesday and i don't know if i should appreciate what i have or curse myself for falling for a long-distance relationship . all i do know is that for once , i can arrive home with tears in my eyes and not have to explain or compose myself . i can sit in my room and think about anything but you , rather , lie to myself , and hope you're driving carefully because five days is long enough and even though i'd wait forever for you , i don't want to have to .

We need to talk about it