Pulp Fiction

She walked in wearing midnight, With a smile that turned the room. I was sitting by the window, Like a man without a tune. She said, "Life is just a story, And we're writing every line." I believed her for a minute, Then she disappeared by nine. It was Pulp Fiction. A story in the night. Two hearts running circles, Mm, under neon lights. It looked like love. It sounded so sweet. But every page was turning Before we reached the ending. We drove beneath the streetlights, With the radio turned low. She talked about forever, Like somewhere we could go. I didn't ask the questions. She didn't tell the truth. We were two actors playing Characters we knew. It was Pulp Fiction. A story in the night. Two hearts running circles, Mm, under neon lights. It looked like love. It sounded so sweet. But every page was turning Before we reached the ending. Some stories need a hero, some stories need a Fool. Some stories teach us something about the Games we choose. I don't blame the ending, I don't rewrite the Past. Some beautiful chapters were never meant to Last. Now I see her in the distance, Sometimes walking down the street. And the years between our shadows Make the memory feel sweet. No hard feelings, no regrets, No reason to explain. Just an old familiar chapter In a book I won't reread. It was Pulp Fiction. A story in the night. Two hearts running circles, Under neon lights. It looked like love. It sounded so sweet. But every page was turning Before we reached the ending. Just Pulp Fiction. Just another story. Fade into the night And let the morning come.