Pull A Fievel And Go West

I saw you in the backseat.
I never thought that I’d be 21 and so discreet in this heat.
You know we had to taste it.
Round the clock we made it.
This porch swing is a time bomb and I know, gently ticking away.
And secrets are stashed away between quick glances and deep breaths now.
So why am I so afraid to look into your eyes?
Only our voices connect us.
Your voice sends me soaring.
Comfort has a home in your eyes.
There are no such things as explanations; only excuses for us to make.
Let it take hold of us and never let us go, and don’t ask any questions because it’s not, no it’s not the time to think.
And echoes are screaming in my ears tonight.
As this sun sets, as the guilt inside me rises.
OK.
In the end, every little choice we make will etch its way into our souls, creating the person that we are today.
Comfort has a home in your eyes.
There are no such things as explanations; only excuses for us to make.
Let it take hold of us and never let us go, and don’t ask any questions because it’s not, no it’s not the time to think.
I’m giving up. I’m down and out.