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