The Nineties Were A Waste, Anyway.

And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

But she had already left.

I guess music from the ninties couldn't really express my feelings.

By the looks of it, neither could I.

She must've been an NSync fan, the way she screamed "Bye Bye Bye."

And there I was:

head on the steering wheel, heart on the sleeve.

But how cliche is that?

Here's where I say it was raining, or the radio only played love songs...

But the truth is too hard to handle, and apparently,

So am I.

So if every drop of water on the windshield signified anything that night,

It would be a who's who of mistakes that I've ever made.

But just know if you've ever felt left out,

That I've never been in.