Though the gas tank stood at Empty,
I drove for many miles.
Though every sign said Last Exit,
I knew of printed lies.
Though I came to a Dead End,
I knew I should press on.
Though I had nowhere to go,
I felt I’d done no wrong.
Though I wanted money’s freedom,
I always worked for free.
Though I hoped for chests of treasure,
I always lost the keys.
Though I needed much attention,
I always ran and hid.
Though I clamored for affection,
I always lost the winning bid.
Though I knew you’d always love me,
even after we were through.
Though I knew I’d always miss you,
even if it seems untrue.
Though I knew we’d always have these,
memories of futures lost.
Though I know there’s no forevers,
I couldn’t pay the costs.