One Night

It was you and me me and you riding through traffic to your house It was you and me me and you talking about senseless things just to pass by the time It was you and me me and you both knowing what was going to happen You needed some juice and I was your current both our cars plugged into each others I gave you a jump I was the neglected one you got your shocks. I guess it was just me that thought it would last more than just one night. It was me that expected to be satisfied. Me that thought I could be a hit and runner without a conscious. It was you and me me and you our hearts driving in different directions like long distant relationships I stopped at a gas station in NY you got plugged again in D.C But in the same city we would never plug again. I though I was brave. So why do I feel like a hitch hiker who got ignored in the middle of the street when her thumb was up? Why didn't the driver ever look back?