I remember a time, standing in my best friend's driveway late at night. I took a drag off your cigarette but you told me I could only have one because they weren't good for me. That was months ago. Now you tell me that you're no good for me, that being with you will be another mistake to regret in the morning. But I keep waking up wishing I'd stayed up later to love you longer. And I know that you're good for me even if you can't see it yet. I love you so much that I'll compromise and say that we're just friends even though I know that the universe has much bigger plans. And I'm not one for that type of compromise. So I'll call it blind trust in us, that somehow, someway, someday we'll be together like I knew we should be that night in his driveway.