this is not a drive by

You moved to west L.A or New York or Santa Fe, or where ever to get away from me.
And I loved you every mile you drove away.
But now here you are again,
So let's skip the "how you been" and get down to the "more than friends" at last.

Please believe that when I leave there’s nothing up my sleeve but love for you…
And a little time to get my head together too.