The Real You

This faded picture shows that time has passed by far to fast.
I should have known.
Turn up the radio, roll down the windows. Drive me home slow.
Where were all the things you stand behind
when you needed someone to stand behind?
I feel like I’m done here.
You never failed to glow I never failed to show
you say the word and I’ll move faster.
I knew from the get-go you were in it to win it,
but now I lay here a loser and no ones winning.
And you were never too late, too slow to start,
to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart
who kept trying hard.
In reverie I see the real you.
Come home tonight and we can make something out of my life.
Come home tonight. Maybe I’ll find you somewhere.