Sweating palms

Remember the times at night in the truck when the air stopped
Negative emotions, trembling motions, the roar in my ears was like an ocean
Taking this drive slow wherever we go, Summertime by the New Kids on the Block
I pull myself closer to her and begin to put this in forward motion,
I gently feel you push away, my cheeks light up like a cinder rock
You continue to smile while you resist me, it stings with a shock

I stare above her and fall back into my seat, this space is too cramped
The summer heat and the gentle beat matches the shadows on the pavement
I'll try once more, I want you, I want this now, our date is stamped
She's not just the flavor of the week, I want this girl to stay
She won't put her trust into someone that might use her
I wish I could make this girl see, I don't want her to be another blur

It's a Saturday night and she's all alone and yet I'm a million miles away . . .