I got the message
long before you said you knew You said we
were an accident
There was no chance of us at
all
With no velocity and empty-headed hard and far-too-long
I
spent two years alone with you
Just when I thought I had
forgotten
You came back soft without a sound
With accidents you'll never know what could
have been
So we were an accident
You'll always be my favorite
one
Joe Hardy sat in his car, resting his head against the dash board.
July 15.
July 15.
July 15.
He hated July 15.
Last year on July 15, he had went out, got very very drunk, punched some guy in the face, and had to have his brother bail him out of jail.
Not a smart thing for a police detective to do.
But…July 15.
He hated that day.
It was a symbol of pain, agony, anger.
It was the day she told him she was pregnant with his child.
He always wondered what had she named him? What was he like? Who did he look like? How was she doing?
He couldn't blame her for never calling, for never writing, for sending the money back.
It was his own damn fault.
Joe tapped his fingers against the dashboard.
He debated weather to repeat last year, or drink alone at home.
We went with home.
He hadn't dated anybody since her, except for a one night stand.
A one night stand with a girl, a girl who she knew.
It was so…complicated.
He had cheated on her with someone she trusted.
And he lost both girls.
Joe started his car and turned out of NYPD's parking lot.
He remembered her. The mother of his child.
The way she smelled like oranges and apple spice.
The way her nose wrinkled when she was thinking.
The way she paced when she was sad or stressed.
The way she whispered his name.
Her innocence.
Her kindness.
Her love for pink.
Her tiny skirts.
And then…the one night stand.
The way she smelled like mango's and lemons.
The way she moved with grace.
The way she always wore jeans.
The way she screamed his name.
Her anger.
Her knowledge.
Her aggressiveness.
Her love for passion.
They were so different.
Joe didn't mean to cheat on her, he really didn't.
But…he had. He had cheated on her. And when she told him he was the mother of his child…
He couldn't take it.
He left. He would be a terrible father. He cheated on her.
And
he would have to live with that for the rest of his life. You
hit the road and left me an ocean You said we were an
accident
I can't swim in the silence of
your skin-skin please let me in
Side the times we never had right
Inside two years alone with you
With accidents you'll never know what could have
been
So we were an accident
You'll always be my favorite one
He had met her, the mother of his child, in a romantic way.
Joe Hardy angrily walked into the coffee shop...
His girlfriend had dumped him for his friend Chet.
CHET. Melinda Mason could have any guy she wanted, but she dumped HIM for CHET.
Joe shook his head from side to side. He had spent last night drinking in order to calm himself…
Really, he needed to stop doing that. Becoming an alcoholic was not a smart thing to do.
He sighed. Ugh, hangover. He needed coffee.
Joe focused on his feet, trying to make sense of everything.
He didn't even notice the blonde girl walking towards him.
CRASH.
Hot coffee flew, legs flied, and the two landed in a pile on the floor.
The girl he had crashed into was pretty, and very familiar.
"OMIGOD! I'm so so sorry!"
The girl shrieked as she grabbed some napkins from a near by table and started wiping up the mess. Joe laughed softly. This girl was cute, and he felt as if he had met her before.
"It's ok, doll.
It really is."
He helped her wipe up the mess, and scribbled his
number on a napkin and slipped it into her purse.
There was no way she was going to call…
We could
have been (We could have been again) Long winded promises of future
company
Instead of accidental running
always running (why can't you believe)
We could have been (We
could have been again)
Up close the sound remains the same
Without the reign
of terror over every momentary change
We are exactly as before
But she did.
And he remembered her,
Bess Marvin. Nancy's friend.
And they dated. And fell in love.
And most likely would have married, if he hadn't cheated on her with her own cousin.
With
George Frayne.
Joe
arrived at home, and shut off his car.
Another
night alone.
You hit the road and
left me an ocean
I can't swim in the silence of your skin-skin
please let me in
Side the time I had to forget you
Inside no
chance of us at all