are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
to the top
of the tree! all girls past this on your page!
His Cadillac rolled out of my driveway.
Out of my heart.
I wondered why,
Why did I stand there?
Why did I let him leave?
I want him back.
But his he what I want?
What I need?
What I care about?
So I stand here in my empty driveway.
Bawling out Cadillac Tears.