One day me and an ex were laying up on a grassy hill on a sunny day looking into the sky, she told me that she finds me too comfortable to be around, to stay around, she said she wanted to go places and do things. We broke up that same day. Little did she know or stop to realize, I too wanted to do things and go places, but at my own pace. I don't slow down for anyone, I don't speed up for anyone. If you were driving too slow on a freeway, I'd pass you, if you were driving too fast behind me and flashing your lights, I wouldn't budge. I need the girl that can drive at my speed. Maybe that has something to do with no ring on my finger. All I've had are speeders and a head on collision. Girls really need to learn how to drive... jk!

I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?