For the Road

Believing in to many things is a weakness that i hold dear. When the colors fade and the noise finally stops, that when i see what really matters most. Late mornings with cold coffee in hand. The days when i wish i could have just one more glass of milk. I'm the kind of girl no one wishes to be, but the only kind that i want to see. Simple and clean, not a scratch in site. Fingers to hate, soft eyes to take.

One more cup.
Take it for the road.