we ran out of gasoline

or did we ever really have any

flames in my eyes 
i watch it burn 
you make it seem like 
i struck the match,
drenched us in gasoline

you left the keys in the ignition 
ethanol becomes alcohol 
kissing you in parked cars 
we never seemed to drive anywhere
rather it never got us to the places you said you’d take me
we stayed still, counting the stars
wishing that just one of them would
save me from the moon
and how it haunted me, followed me 
keeping its gaze on me through untinted windows
 
maybe i did strike the match
but you held the broken pump 
you said you’d get it fixed 
you promised 

i signed away the title and the deed
to a false contract
a settlement that never came

i stand in the wreckage 
the embers have cooled
ash swirls like ghosts that whisper stories of
streets you swore we’d take and places you promised we’d see
a graveyard of promises and of you and me
and all the dreams that ran out of gas