I push her away and hold her close.
“Oh what the hell,” she says,
“I’m in love with you,” and kisses me.
I’m letting her go, the perfect girl,
she’s all I want to hold on to.
Five thousand miles is another world.
The kind of girl you’ll never forget
and never regret.
Five thousand miles is another life.
For a couple of days she hinted
that she wanted to go out
and one day, walking up the old road,
I carelessly replied:
“No, I have no plans for tonight.”
So the story that never really began
ends with a guy standing at an airport
screaming: “I love you too,
don’t leave me ever or so soon.”