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.