Story:

A few years crawl by and he sees her again.
He is hailing a cab, and as it slows a voice next to him asks if he would be willing to share the ride.
He turns to look at owner of the voice, and of course it’s Audrey.
Obviously he agrees to share the ride. A feeling of relief comes over him, and he thinks that this is finally it. This is the moment that will change everything.
But it isn’t.
He tries to talk to her, but it’s clear she isn’t interested. She is polite, but doesn’t give more than curt one or two-word answers. She stares it her phone.
Panic comes over Charlie. He is screaming inside and desperately wants to tell her who she is to him. He knows that if he tries he will sound insane.
Tension seizes him as they near her stop. As he opens his mouth to try some desperate attempt at conversation, something occurs to him. Something that should have occurred to him a long time ago. Something that Vickie had already realized.
He’s a fucking creep.
He might look the same age as Audrey, but he’s literally decades older than her. Not only that, he has obsessed over her for years, and to her he is just a stranger. He was creepy the first time they met, and he is even more creepy now.
He doesn’t say another word to her. She gets out of the car, thanks him and leaves.



Lyrics:

So here we are. You're next to me, bucket seated. Driving through this waking life while never looking forward, and I'm shaken up cuz everything's repeated, and though it's great to see your face inside this citadel, here's the problem. I can't stop wanting to kiss you. I can't stop wanting to hold your hand. It seems impossible to voice this, and I wish you could understand. I can't stop wanting to tell you. Can't stop wanting to speak, and not think, these words in me that are so restrained, but I'm too scared of lying, too nervous and neurotic...

Oh well here we go,
it's my denial trial,
and I can't tell you who you are.

And if not for you, I could pay attention. Not lie awake, chewing through my nails, trying to keep my mind off where you are, and how the hell you’re doing, and finally find a way to end this shallow empty life, but here's the problem.
I can't stop wanting to wake up. I can’t stop wanting to see you there, caught in a perfect time that I've tried to find, but now I can finally see the signs that spell out in black and yellow: THIS HAS ALL BEEN RANDOM. I'm caught up in a limbo of dreaming and having to see the one who can't see me.

And if this it for me, this growing, dying tree, it's still my fault so I'll take the blame. This place has always stayed the same. The whole damn time you’ve been away. Always moving forward, always falling backward.

It's a wonder I don't scream out loud, but even then I know you wouldn't hear the sound. You're miles away, with your own life on an island. And so I'll live and I'll regret until I finally drown into an ocean of sand. That distant desert is just an image I've used to express a feeling that has long since lost its meaning.