You put the letter in the mailbox.
You gave it a piece of your heart.
You lost someone along the way.
And now your heart is like and empty glass of spilled milk.
So you use crayons to fill it back in.
But crayons are for drawing dinosaurs and telephone poles.
You drop to your knees in defeat.
You told her that you loved her.
But where is did she go?
To the place where you sent your sad love letter.
To the town of no where.
So......
Where are you going now?
Your life has become slow.
You're not feeling anything.
And you're not going anywhere.
The farthest you'll go is the borderline between you and death.
I don't want to have to burry a best friend.
So grasp your hands on the steering wheel.
And get out of here.
Drive to the one that has the rest of you heart.
That she got from the love letter sent to no where.