Love=Road Trip
It’s like we’re road tripping, and I’m not looking for any of the attractions there are along the way, but we hit them nonetheless. (And I mean gloriously spectacular, shiny, attractions, that are good, and make me happy, and make me love you more.) I don’t know where the road is going, but I feel higher than a kite when I’m with you … hell, even when I think about you. (That’s a good thing!)
I don’t know where this road is going, and I honestly don’t care, as long as I’m with you.
