By Now

You said you had nothing to say.

and it's bad but I like it that way

Holding regret at my side

taking success without pride.

"Just get in the car, I want to go for a ride."

And you go so slow, that I might know by now.

The letters all twisted and curled,

trapped in the hands of a girl

who knows the words by heart.

So, is this the end or the start?

Do I give up and let us fall apart?

It seems like a lot to lose.

Then you realize you're playing a game

and the rules are all subject to change.

And winning is more than making her stay.

So I say "goodnight," under a broken street light.