Every time I see a white Chevy my mind wanders... As it drives by I picture you being in the front seat driving to come see me to get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. I picture it sitting in my driveway waiting for me to come home from work. I go back to the memories we had with that white Chevrolet. Driving to our first date, driving around North Carolina blasting our favorite jams, singing our lungs out. I remember fiercely making out with you. I remember you holding my hand and looking over at me at that red light and kissing it. I remember endless tears as you drove me to the airport. I remember sitting out in my driveway or yours trying to hold back tears because I had to say goodbye to you. I remember leaning up against it and you looking at me with so much passion and telling me how much you love me. Then all those memories vanish and the picture of your new girl in her skimpy Bikini sitting on the tailgate shows up. And I remember you threw everything away for a new girl to experience all your new memories with you in that white Chevrolet.

Wish something would just work out for me for once...