Nite Hawk Diner, Portland, OR
The car sputtered with the last bit of gas as she pulled it over to the side of the road, cursing herself. There was a diner up ahead, bright neon lights blurring her eyes in the velvet night. Still can't shake the pain she felt from you.
She walks in, all dolled up with nowhere to go...
"Can I use your phone?"
"I'm here."
"You miss me at all?"
"I miss you so much."
She picks a booth alone, she used to want the whole world, now all she wants is a vanilla milkshake, cherry on top, she's losing control. Tastes like syrup on your tongue, ran away because she fell in love. Felt like heaven above, big dreams, with all the dope fiends, Will you be waiting on the other side?