
Not Meant For Long
Written By: Brent Beamer
Glycerine, in the back seat
She's touching me
Little things running through my head
No windows down
It's autumn out
I'm in love
Fogging up all the windows in this truck
She's got to go home now
And she says, "it's cold out."
I can see my breath in the air
And I mean well
Not meant for long
Not meant to love her